I dreamed that I had to clear a path to a trio of trees in the distance. As I hoed and pulled clumps of weeds, the trees seemed to move toward me. I didn’t feel moving forward yet I was closer every time I looked up. I kept busily working on the task, feeling good about clearing the way. When I arrived, there were fewer weeds to clear than appeared from the start of the long path.
That's progress (and it's happening in different elements of your life now, isn't it---even in dreaming).
ReplyDeleteI am working on my WHOLE life. That's one of my favorite words. Or it could be the coming of a death without regret. I wonder if it is possible to clear away all unfinished business and make a clear path to the end.
ReplyDeleteI guess that's one of the important questions-that-have-no-answers, isn't it. . .
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