The dream

I had a dream last night. It means a lot to me and not something I take lightly. I post it only because the people who read my blog are very special to me and I am not ashamed of my journey, rather I'm grateful. 

I was walking and as I walked I came to a path which was my life. As I made the choice,  I came upon those that made a significant impact in my life. 

It seemed I started at my earliest influence, which was my sweet mother Mary Ann. Her loving face and touch. In the dream  the embace was so comforting and soft. Then I came upon my father Carl. I remember him being the super man of my childhood. The look on his face was that of  acceptance and pure joy. I was always his little princess. They held my hands and guided me along the path.

I started walking faster, making choices to let go. Sometimes the path was dark. Sometimes I fell far from the path. I would walk backwards and then sideways. I knew it would feel better if I was going forward. People were there along the way. My brothers and my sister. I always knew they loved me. They all influenced me in different ways. There were friends who were good. Some faded quickly, others stayed longer.

I suddenly came to a place where the path ended. This was confusing to me. Where was the path? It was all white with no dents in the sand. Uncharted territory. I felt I needed to choose where to go. There wouldn't be a path. I wander for a while, learning lessons along the way. There is a lot of disappointment and heartache. I learn the lessons that I need to. 

Suddenly I know what I need to do. I can't look down, I need to put my eyes heavenward. That is where I see a light shining down. I look forward and there is a man glowing, standing right in front of me. Without the light I could not see him. The light is behind the man who will lead me to eternity. With the light behind him, I can see everthing.

From that point we make our own path. Sometimes he guides, sometimes I guide. But we go together. Along the way more people come and join us on the journey. We have their little hands in ours and we learn their hearts. We become the ones that show them their path.

I woke up and want to know more. Do their little feet make it to their own open canvas? Do I endure to the end? Do we make it to eternity? 

These are questions unanswered. But I hope with all my heart that my life journey, with it's windy and uncertain obstacles, is always laced with light, wholeness, and truth.