my delightful day sharing dreams with deena metzger was perforce cut short as i feared by the Nice Man who came to Fix the furnace.
have you considered a new boiler, ma'am? he said, gazing at me with enormous baby blues.
not on the day the market drops nearly a thousand points, i wanted to say.
i shared my dream with the group. i thought it was interesting that deena opened the day by telling us how the women of liberia had dreamed that a war was coming but they did nothing, in terms of honoring the ancient ways designed to avert such disaster.
my dream felt like a similiar kind of wake-up call. after i left the meeting, i came home, and before the Nice Man showed up, i did a small ritual of my own, to honor the energies that came to me in that dream.
and furthermore, the war must end. blessed be.