A Journey Touching the Dynamic Nature of Wales ② Dreams That Encourage Soul Transformation

Continuing the journey I've been meaning to write about but haven't been able to. A mysterious event from a night that goes back to my own childhood. Part one complete (2025.5.6)

Well, on the day we arrived in Wales, we strolled along the lush, old canal banks lined with English oaks and hazels. After checking into our B&B, we bought dinner at the British supermarket Waitrose, returned to the B&B, and spent a lively evening together.

My roommate that day was T-san, a Tokyo University graduate of the same age. Despite working hard, she attends cooking classes on her days off, is a lightweight with alcohol who turns red and looks adorable when she drinks, and is a career woman who even earned a sommelier certification.

Those who study flower essences might know that there is a journey of comparing oneself to the 12 Healers of Bach Flower Remedies to find one's type remedy (the plant that serves as the mold or pattern of one's soul).

T-san recognized her type remedy by resonating with the Chicory flower she encountered at the 'Bach Centre' in Mount Vernon, which we visited on this trip.

Chicory is a plant known as an edible vegetable, with very sturdy roots, stems, and leaves. The flower is a beautiful blue called Maria Blue. As a type remedy, it points to people with strong maternal instincts like Mary, but since she was unmarried and had never thought of herself as having maternal instincts, it was a new discovery about herself.

I had a dream that night, the night I shared a room with her, and the night after meeting the Yew tree, said to be 4,000 years old, which governs both this world and the next.

[I touched on the encounter with the Yew in note ①, but before talking about the dream, I wrote down the time I spent with the Yew.]

There were several Yew trees at that church. The Yew trees were very cherished by the local residents. As I was looking at a slightly smaller Yew, a kind man couldn't help but run out of his house and call out to us, 'Is that the Yew you came to see?'

The exceptionally large Yew had a trunk that split into two large forks, and its branches and leaves grew thick like a dome. One side had a hollow like a shrine and magnificent branches where one could sit firmly. The diva of the Yew resided in that great tree, and I could feel the depth of its heart welcoming us.

And when I was touching that Yew, I felt a gentle sensation, as if I were in my mother's womb.

Well, in the dream, T-san appeared and told me, 'You are being abused.' I was confused in the dream. It is true that after I lost my mother at the age of 10, I suffered from neglect during my girlhood, which could be called abuse by today's standards.

In the real world, I had never told T-san, the Chicory girl, anything about my circumstances. By that time, I had moved past the long-standing discord with my father, so I answered her in the dream, 'Everything is fine now,' and then I woke up.

Seeing T-san sleeping comfortably in the next bed, tossing and turning, the tension in the dream eased. I went to the washroom, and when I returned to bed, I suddenly remembered my mother who died when I was 10.

Perhaps the encounter with the womb-like Yew and Chicory, a symbol of motherhood, stimulated the child in the depths of my heart.

And in the warm bed, I cried intensely while stifling my voice. I wanted to be spoiled by my mother more...

This trip was also a journey of healing my inner child.

The beauty of the sunrise from the dawning eastern sky and the light from the cowshed near the inn gently wrapped around my nostalgic memories of my mother.

Let's talk about the trip again.