I Own That

Partial view, “Cold Memories” ©2020 Rebecca Darlington, quarantine art, encaustics, lace on wood panel, 14x11”

Historical catastrophic events unfold as we watch the world shrink into four walls. This is my lens. I spy my chair, my desk, my life and the ocean of time to reflect.

Has this life been big enough for me to run wild? Have my dreams multiplied into a thousand orgasms of fulfillment? Chances are we’re all saying, “NO! I need more time. WAIT! I was just getting started.”

Reality nudges my big toe bringing me back to this present moment. It’s my rescue kitty, Frida, repetitively stroking her whiskers and rubbing kindness into my troubled soul. Okay I know it’s not affection. She’s spreading her pheromones to claim me before my other cats do.

But what about my pheromones? Am I claiming any dreams that have become my own? Have I considered my life’s bounty of dream fulfillment? Have I jumped up and down and hollered, “This right here is a big fat dream that I worked and worked on for decades and here it sits. I built this dream from the ground up and it’s here! Did you see that? I own that!”

Pull out the dream checklist. Wow, look at that one and that one and look over there, it’s another dream that came to fruition. Beat your chest and let yourself know that my best self keeps showing up. I believe in me. Who I intended to be has arrived. She’s right here. I dreamt this into being.

Go and scoop up that kitty, dog, person, pillow, blanket and tell it you’re the kind of person that makes dreams come true.

Then find the string and play with the damn cat again.