An illustration of lotus flowers, one in the front and a few open and a few beginning to bloom in the background above them all is a bright light of all colors
Art and photo by Author Jenny Lane and Aiartist in Dream 💕

Dreamers Overwhelm: The Beginning of my Ashram Days

Jenny Lane
The Memoirist

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You know that feeling when you can almost taste a great change upon the timeless time? For me, it was in 2005, twenty-five years old, feeling already 2,500 years old.

Burnt out, full-time school, and three jobs around them. That full-speed no-stop zone. Zero time for anything but present productive. Always churning away for that future place. That place where I could finally rest upon my academic achievements. That place where I earned my freedom.

Meanwhile, my soul cried alongside my human. At least, we had each other.

Two thousand-five was my final school lap, one more semester, two more classes, and then I would become a teacher.

But did I even want to?

Was I good at it?

Yes, I will forever be a student of life and a guide. Teaching and learning. Curiosity in my DNA. Yet, my dream was (and is) writing under candlelight. Dancing with the moonlight, and cresting with joy and love and peace under the loving Sun. Awakening with paint in my hair, with a great love in my bed. And yes, dear one, all of these exist now in my awakened dream. The one I detoured from for nearly forty years.

Teaching was safe.

But let’s face it, we can inherit a lot from our folks, including their fears…

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Jenny Lane
The Memoirist

An overthinking human who writes to make room in her mind and peace in our hearts. Art and words are my love letters to the world.