If all you dreamed were true...

Irish Legacy

“...If all you told was turned to gold,

If all you dreamed were new,

imagine sky high above

in Caribbean blue...”

                        Enya (Caribbean Blue)

I awoke this morning with the floaty sounds of Enya's Caribbean Blue playing in my dream. I was a young woman beginning her first day of college in a coastal Irish town. Loads of other young people were there too, meeting each other, flirting, giving one another the eye. And all the while this surreal tune provided background music.

Dreams sometimes pull the most amazing sounds and images out of the psychic atmosphere. I have never been to Ireland, but one strand of my genetic endowment came from there. The dream-maker let me know where I was by the unmistakable lilt in the exchange of words and by the music. Enya is literally the only Irish singer I could easily recognize.

Ireland has a long history of oral story-telling. The people who settled the North Carolina mountains brought that tradition with them along with the famous fiddle playing of their homeland. Both have survived. I remember sitting around the dinner table in our household while my dad, or my uncle, told stories from their childhood or from their day—about people they had encountered, their background, and whatever tales those people told. Dinner time was for story-telling. Sometimes it went on for hours.

I take from the dream that I am cut from that Irish tradition, and I'm going back to school to learn something new. By the looks of things, I'm going to learn a lot about boys, too! A nice image to hold on to in my dotage. The sky above me, however, would have to be Carolina blue. I hope today finds you dreaming true.

In the spirit,

Jane