Today is my birthday.
As usual, I received a large box from my oldest and dearest friend, Jessica. In it, I found a wrapped gift with this disclaimer:
About a year ago, Paulie and I broke up. Shortly after, I had a vivid and powerful dream about an elephant and Paulie. Rather than try to re-describe it, I’ll just share the email I sent to him, then also shared with Jessica, about the dream:
I had a dream that we were hanging out around this house with other people, all friends of yours, creative types, musicians, etc., sort of a co-op house. All kinds of little things happened. The neighbors had some crazy garden with watermelon & stuff growing there.
The elephant came back into the house and looked cautiously at the people around. Finally it saw me there in the bathroom next to you and RAN (although didn’t CHARGE) to me, where it again put its forehead on my shoulder for a hug. I was the only person that it felt comfortable with. It loved me SO much.
I’d sent him the dream because during our break up we never really figured out how to stop being around each other, communicating, and sharing our thoughts. Both he and Jessica had similar interpretations of the dream, but she added the insight that the elephant must be my power animal. And so it began.
She brought me a necklace. She gave me books about dreams and Hinduism, and today, she gave me this beautiful painting she’d made.
I hope she doesn’t keep her word to stop sending me elephant-themed gifts. She is the one constant reminder of the power I hold in my life – I know it’s there, but sometimes, when it’s hiding way back in the crammed part of my busy brain, something always catches my eye to remind me it’s there. And whatever that is, always came from her.