Last night I had a very primitive dream. I was in a school run by a squat brown woman. There was art everywhere, from drawings to clay figures. I didn’t understand any of it. But at some point she took me aside and let me know I would be working with her in this school. And I told her I didn’t understand and she communicated that my heart was in the right place. And I was puzzled.

There was a shelf on which two large human figures were covered in a burlap material. They were uncovered very reverently and they seemed to move, but just slightly. They were crude and very revered. Shortly, they were recovered and that was that.

A woman motioned for me to come and sit by the woman that ran the school. She sat by me and I understood I was to think of a woman I respected a great deal. I had no idea what to say.

We were taken outside and on a tour of the school. Everyone worked hard and their quarters were primitive.
I woke up remembering the dream and felt it in my gut. It was about knowing without knowing. And that is how the woman was able to choose me to help. And I thought after I was awake, perhaps Amma is the woman I would say I respected a great deal.

This journey on earth is brutal, bloody and shockingly brief or way too long. No one understands it, so pretense rules. Pretense is accepted as real and what is real is denied, covered up and buried.

Now and then we have dreams like this that remind us how powerless we are. Yet we must work with the materials given and be grateful for the gifts we do have.

I have no answers. Answers are for those that still seek them. Life arrives and we deal with it the best we can.

Vicki Woodyard