“I’ve learned how to hold my seat in my dreams. Like when I used to run away from things chasing me, now I face them. Somehow I know it’s a dream and I know that I can ‘hold my seat’ and just be there with whatever shows up.”
– prisoner in our Path of Freedom (Mindfulness-Based Emotional Intelligence) training at a Rhode Island medium-security facility
“I had a dream,” said my son the other morning. Then he paused. “No,” he said, “it was more of a miracle. Do you know what a miracle is?” “Tell me,” I said, thunderstruck, and breathless with maternal awe.
“A miracle is when you have a dream and you open your eyes in it. It’s when you wake up and your dream is all around you.”
It was a pretty good definition, I thought. And even though my son’s little miracle had something to do with pirates meeting dinosaurs, I do think that to a very great extent we dream our worlds into being.
from Ch. 20 “The Emperor’s New Clothes” by Patricia J. Williams in Readings for Diversity and Social Justice 3rd Edition