To hold a dream.

Dreams, fragile moments that are often lost in a flash.

They are frequently the tenuous branch we hold onto.  Often the only available buoy as we feel ourselves being pulled under by the frenetic pace of our planet.  We share a world, rushing headlong into a future, as indefinable as the distant galaxies caught in the eye of the Hubble telescope. And only our dreams give us hope.

Mid-week Inspiration, 

Yesterday I awoke with a headache.  I lay in bed feeling grateful that it did not bother me when I stayed still. I lay there for about an hour thinking of the good in my life and dreaming my dreams of a better world.  I lay there noticing the negative thoughts that would come; as they came I reinterpreted them in a positive light.  I lay there feeling grateful that I did not have to get up right away but could calm my mind and allow the pain to ‘go away.’

The other evening I had a stiff reaction when a friend asked me my thoughts regarding the present murder trial embarked upon in the lower mainland.  With concerns that people will be constantly dragging up all the details of these dark activities I voiced an adamant NO.