The Festival of the Soil – A Dream
I’ve been wondering how to approach the soil to be in union with Her. Not so easy and I tried, but a division still existed between us so I could only discover my inner response to soil’s presence, not a unified “soil consciousness”. I could not get out of a “consciousness of soil”. Then Soil came as a dream – and a dream image is both perceiving a reality while at the same time the creating of that reality:
The dreamer stands within a very large open area of Nature. The area exudes the sweet, sweet smell of soil. Beautiful, and accompanied with a sense of having been invited to some kind of festival. The dreamer thinks this must be a Fall festival. Initially, no one else is around, but there are several places where there are mounds of soil. All of a sudden, one of the mounds bursts open and soil joyfully flys into the air --- and at the same moment a presence dances around the joyful soil. The dreamer recognizes one of the presences as his wife, Cheryl, who died 5 years ago. And another dear fried, John Lee, who died about 5 months ago. And others, as if they are of the soil, coming from the soil, are the ‘withinness’ of soil. Then, on the left, another mound of soil, with thick piles of leaves on it; it begins to swell from within and then moves, as if shaking itself, and the leaves moves forming multiple images, as if some kind of writing, certainly a patterning, but unrecognizable. And another bursting move of joyful soil.
I do not want to say anything about the dream as the dream inherently speaks. I do want to point out something that is probably obvious – that soil and dirt are quit different. Life comes from the soil and exists in a variety of ways within itself, while dirt is dead. Soil is death-as-living, while dirt is death as if exiled and completely shut off from life, as if isolated.
And a comment on the word “soil”, because it is a multiple-word. The word ‘soil’ originated in 1300, in France – as indicating ‘place’, ‘seat’, ‘place of ones’ nativity’. But, the word ‘soil’ also alludes to ‘filth’, ‘refuse’, ‘matter’, ‘to make dirty’, ‘to defile or pollute with sin.’
Our body as the soil of life? The sweet smell of death becoming life?
The sweetness of death becoming life?