I am sitting with my family on the porch of our condo vacation rental looking out over the ocean on a little island between Savannah, GA and Charleston, SC. When I think of Savannah I always think of Sherman’s March, but I will save that for a future blog.
My younger daughter was talking about dreams and childhood memories as we all looked out at the clouds over the ocean. She asked what dreams are. I said they are songs of the heart. She looked up in the air and said, “Yes, that’s right.”
I said that when the heart is tired, we may have scary dreams (in response to her reference to a scary dream she had had) but the rest of the time, dreams are happy. She agreed.
I think at the upcoming class in SF I will talk more about dreams.
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