World English Bible
“For thus says Yahweh, ‘You will not see wind, neither will you see rain; yet that valley shall be filled with water, and you will drink,”
I love this pic. Evening, water, no leaves except those which hang on until the winds force them to go. It is an in between state of being which we find ourselves in for another cycle. The lake gives promise to a water supply so there is hope, or a promise of thirst being quenched. Like the lights in the distance our minds seek a guiding light, a whisper of direction in the distance leading us closer to a drink. What shall we drink?
Will we drink from scarcity? Will we drink from horror? Will we drink from never being enough, or will we see the blessings of the day? Will we experience being enough when the day goes quickly because we’ve been of service? Will we see our yearning for more sleep is really gratitude for experiences which show us contrast? Will we be thankful for the moments when we were baptised by relationships good and bad, big and little. Those for which we can not take an ounce of credit, yet accept that we for a brief moment allowed others to flow through our lives.
Were we present? In that moment we become the drink to quench the moral thirst. We become life. We live. We too drink, even between spring and fall. During this time may our valley’s fill with that which will allow us to be productive, yet honor spirit within when we do not appear to have any physical manifestation of having been helpful at all.
“Dream a little dream of me” was sung by Ella Fitzgerald and The Mama’s and the Papa’s. People perk up when someone says, “I had a dream last night.” It’s interesting, and it is mystical. It is deeply personal. Most dreams are not understood but the value is there whether we understand it or not.
Last night I dreamed but woke up to the memory of moving through a dream but no real logic or pictures were coming to me. Crazy how that happens. My dream journal is filled with the dreams I do remember but I was shocked the one morning I woke up to no clear memory of them. I missed the recall. I was disappointed. They have become a constant, like a friend.
They are usually in threes. One transitioning into another and then into the one I remember when I wake up. I write them down from the last to the first because I seem to remember them better that way. I have many months memories recorded in my journal file. They make me laugh and cry. They tell a story, but they also have an indicator light effect.
The gist of them usually show me where angst abides or where I need to practice forgiveness. Some are playful and I am grateful for those. Many, many are going, doing, and trying to make sense or see a pattern frustrates me. I give up doing that, but I do seem to find peace in that so often they point me to being at peace with being me. If I am prompted to take action after reviewing one then I do. Sometimes that means sitting back and meditating or praying about the situation. Sometimes I call or check on the person I had the dreams about, but mostly I smile and send warm thoughts and healing energy to those images so that the realm of angels that know what is needed will deliver whatever is necessary to those involved including myself.
Each night becomes a canvas upon which to paint the most intriguing landscapes and stories. I often look forward to the stories that will be told during the REM state which I am graciously allowed. Now, if only I can feel that same intrigue about the life I awake to and lay down the judgement or my thoughts surrounding how the day must go. I don’t do that to my dreams. Why would I do that to my waking hours? Why not enjoy the mystery! Okay, so dream a new dream. That may apply to the state we find ourselves in daily as well as while asleep. Many thanks to our dreams whether awake or asleep. To all who read this…Dream a little dream…