I had a very rich dream last night and I have no idea what it meant. It began with my mother and I having dinner with one of her friends. Before I knew it, the friend was taking a large group of people on a journey with her. It took us by foot through many places, including Italy, an underground escape tunnel, a place where dogs played in a creek and men boxed.

The woman told me she liked me because of my silence. She was very outgoing and verbal, a leader of this group, although she had just had a kidney removed. I told her I was quiet, had one husband, one daughter and one son. Now I did what I liked.
My dog had been blissfully happy romping in the creek with a bunch of dogs but later in the dream, I saw she had been wounded by one of the other dogs and was dying. She was much smaller and lay quietly and I sat with her.

This morning I went back to bed for a while and thought about what made me happy. Not my thoughts! And yet that is what ostensibly runs my waking life. What makes me happy is doing what my heart wants and that is always to be true to myself. And what a job it is to disentangle from my thoughts in order to simply be.
My mind seems to think it knows best if I would just let it ramble on and on and on about what might be best for me. It never knows for sure. It is The Great Pretender.

So the best I can do is be aware that life is bigger than the mind. It likes to follow its wild course even though it ends up in death, for life and death cannot be divided or parceled out.

I am happy living my simple life, one that involves comfortable shoes and a desire to stay home and live quietly. My adventures come on the screen talking to you. Have any of you read my book yet? I would like to know.

Love,
Vicki