This morning I awoke to the sound of fog horns releasing their low, slow bellow out in the bay. I know they really are the sound of warning. But I love the sound. They seem to speak to me as I lay in bed: sleep, sleeeep. It’s hard for me to stir out of my slumber when I’m under the influence of their drone. I know it’s going to be a dreary morning before I even look outside. I am not inclined to get out of my warm cozy bed, but I do, I have to work.
Before I broke free from the heavy tones holding me in my bed I pondered my dream from last night. I had heart surgery in my sleep. It’s strange, I don’t often remember my dreams, but this is the second night in a row I’ve recalled them. The night before I dreamed I was pregnant again while I already had a newborn. I just kept having babies after babies after babies and I didn’t know what to do with them all.
I don’t know much about dream interpretation. For all I know these could be the result of indigestion. But, they make sense for where I am in life. I have had a new creative energy. Some of which is coming out in my more frequent blogging. I have been producing more creative works. It is something I haven’t done in a long while. I am enjoying it, but sometimes I feel like I have fire shut up in my bones and if I don’t make time to release some of it I will explode.
I am birthing many kinds of children these days in the form of words and thoughts and new ideas. I am also undergoing a kind of soul surgery. Things are being removed from my life and other things are being added to it. Just like any recovery process, sometimes it hurts to laugh. Others, it hurts to cry. But each day the healing continues and I am amazed at the new work God is making in my life.
© Michelle Scott 2006
No comments:
Post a Comment