The Dreams, the Day and the Dog

Sleep clings to me when I awake.  Life is soft and fuzzy around the edges.  I am really hungry.  My husband makes breakfast.  It tastes better than usual.  Will the rest of my day taste this good?

The end of yesterday found me tired and discouraged.  Fatigue was influencing my thoughts.  It tampered with my dreams.

The memory of the dreams is a confusing jumble.  I take them with me as I walk.  Pieces of dreams float in my head as I mark the miles on the trail.  I walk as if I’m in a hurry.  I have a goal, a destination.  I am determined to arrive.

After my walk, I shower.  The dreams return and flow around me like water.  What do they mean?

Two answers suddenly pop into my head.

1.) Things are not what they seem.

2.) You are putting unnatural roadblocks in your path.

Straight forward, clear, these two sentences match what I know in my deepest self.  They are precisely what I needed to hear as I begin a day, a beautiful sunny day.  The day stretches before me with promise.  I commit to living it, enjoying it, celebrating it.  I will remember that “things are not always what they seem” and “I am putting unnatural roadblocks in my path.”

On the floor next to me, our dog naps in the sun.  She soaks up the warmth and light naturally, peacefully.  She shows me how it’s done, this listening to the day, the light and the sun.

The day, the dreams, and the dog speak to me.  I listen.

I am the person behind the words printed here. I write because my heart will not allow me the option of NOT writing. It has taken me half a life time to discover this basic truth, but now that I have, writing is as natural as breathing. This is where my breath takes the form of words.


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The Miracle Morning: The Not-So-Obvious Secret Guaranteed to Transform Your Life (Before 8AM)
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