12/10/2024
When I was a little girl — about 4 years old — I had a dream.
I mean, logically I can only explain it away as a dream, though it was so vivid and feels so real in my mind to this day.
My dad was away again at work on the railway for many days, and I was asleep in my mom’s bed. I looked to the bedroom door that was open, dim light casting its way through the hallway. There was a man standing in the doorway.. he was a shadow figure, so I couldn’t make out any features — though he felt older, with a fancy fedora type hat. The energy was that of a protective, loving, wise, grandpa. I had never met any of my grandpas, as they had both passed before I was born. The shadow man gestured for me to follow him down the hall, so I did.
I remember walking into the living room, dimly lit and cozy feeling. The grandpa figure wasn’t in sight, but there that lay under our old piano, was a lion. He lay there contently, gently flicking his tail as a house cat might do. Eyes soft, warm, content. The message I received was that he was here in this house with me, and he would always be my protector. I have never felt so safe, cozy, and protected, in all of my life.
It wasn’t until recently in one of my counselling sessions with a classmate that I shared that story again… this time it had a lot more meaning as it landed for all who heard. This time it felt incredibly important, like I’ve been ignoring something profound my whole life.
The world doesn’t feel so scary when I imagine having a lion walking at my side… and I was told exactly that. I’ve been walking through the world my whole life missing this piece, forgetting this message.
Colour me reminded…
I am guided.
I am safe.
I am protected.
✨🦁🙏🤍✨
