Monday, August 6, 2012

2012.08.06 A Dream and an Afterthought

Last night I dreamed of my old friend with the sad story. In the dream my friend was transfigured. She was herself, standing tall, majestic, gray-haired.  Powerful I'd say.  I thought the dream was a gift and I believed it. 

What courage it took for my friend to call after all those years and pour her own dream and prayer out onto my answering machine.