Batters of the Heart

Dreams speak to us in many ways.  They address our aspirations, our desires and our greatest fears.  

A few days ago, I had a Dream that awakened me in tears.  More like hysterics.  Overcome by emotion over the contents of my subconscious thoughts - I had a hard time shaking the feelings they evoked.  

They were there.  And they were very conscious.

It wasn't a bad Dream, per se.  Instead it was one which struck me at the core.  Peeling away the layers of the things that matter most to me. 

I asked myself, what does it mean?  Is it a Sign of a path I should be choosing...or a mere reminder of what's at stake?  

Maybe the notion of Signs - is nonsense altogether.  I could argue, though, too many things have happened in my life, that (while not in flashing lights fashion) have happened for a reason.  And somehow the timing is fascinatingly right. 

There's a chance, I wasn't always so attuned to that realization.  Now, as I go through the ups and downs of life's blender - I see it much more clearly.  Even the moments that don't go as planned - have been blessings in disguise.  

The good thing is - I'm able to unmask them much sooner.  Understanding and Accepting that things are happening just as they should.  

It's quite amazing to witness.

I don't know the answer as to whether my Dream was a Sign, but I do know I'll never forget the feeling it left behind.  

I'll carry that seed of knowledge always in my heart - as I wander steadfast in the direction of my Sweet Dream.

At the very least, it will serve to guide me.

Sweet Dreams, 

Me

"Dreams are illustrations...from the book your soul is writing about you." - Marsha Norman