I love dreams. I love that I remember them. I’ve even asked for answers to problems to come to me in my dreams. And they have come. I also have surprise dreams that intrigue me. I love to think about the dream symbols, what they might mean. What does my sleeping self want me to know? Or what does God want me to know, that in my sleeping hours, I am quiet enough to hear? What happens in my sleep, in my dreams, matters to my waking life. Often, I feel like my dreams are bringing me a message from beyond. Sometimes it’s an answer, sometimes it’s hope, sometimes it’s clarity. It’s always confirmation that there is something beyond my thinking-mind. I think my dreaming-mind might actually be more in touch with my soul, with God.
I was floating on my back in deep waters. I was amazed that I could just lie back and rest, that I didn’t sink. I said aloud, “I love to float!” In my dream, I thought how impossible it is to hold oneself down in water; how unnatural it is not to let oneself rise. Our body is meant to float. We are embraced, held up, comforted, in the expanse of water.
This image has sustained me through some challenging weeks. The principal thing in this life is to keep one’s soul aloft.
When you feel like you’re sinking, just float.
Lie back and rest.
You will be held.