Dreams

Today's meditation in "Listening to Your Life", by St. Fred, is about dreams. He writes:

No matter how prosaic, practical, and ploddingly unimaginative we may be, we have dreams like everybody else. All of us do. In them even the most down-to-earth and pedestrian of us leave earth behind and go flying, not walking, through the air like pelicans. Even the most respectable go strolling along crowded pavements naked as truth. Even the confirmed disbelievers in an afterlife hold converse with the dead just as the most dyed-in-the-wool debunkers of the supernatural have adventures to make Madame Blavatsky's hair stand on end.

I confess that I will have to Google Madam Blavatsky, as I don't know who she is. But I'm struck by Buechner's words about the capacity we have--even people who consider themselves incapable of creativity--to dream. He goes on to say that the fact that we have regular access to this other world suggests that our lives are more mysterious and less limited by space and time than we might think.

In my dreams I can

fly, run in slow motion and

converse with the dead.

Extra dimensions unfurl;

time and space expand.

Hopes and fears rush in.