Sometimes I remember my dreams and other times, I don’t. Yesterday, I awoke feeling sad and I did remember the dream. I had been asked to speak at a retreat for a spiritual organization. When it was my turn to give my presentation, no one was interested in listening to me. They were checking their phones, talking to one another, and ignoring me. I did my best anyway and followed through. No wonder I was sad when I woke up!
There are, of course, various levels of meanings to the dream, not the least of which is asking “Am I listening to my inner voice and guidance? Do I pay attention to myself?” The other is that I was going to be spending the day with a family member who consistently asks me the same questions over and over again (“You mean you don’t any meat, not even fish or chicken?”) which goes a long way to making me feel pretty invisible!
The other reason I think I woke up sad is because I still feel our country has been hijacked by a small coalition of people who would destroy our beautiful diversity of people, ideas, and accomplishments if they could and who continue to make inroads in that direction.
Just like in the dream, though, I will continue to do what I came to do and hope my contribution makes a difference no matter how small it might be.
45/365
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