Dreams

I have spread my dreams under your feet, tread softly because you tread on my dreams. W.B. Yeats

It is a chilly, damp, Irish type morning. No mist, but low hanging clouds, the type that lead to wonder and dreams. The weather that is unsettled and challenging, that reminds me of the liminal space between wake and dreaming, between night and day, between mystery and reality. Most of us, me included, want to be firmly planted in reality, with clear direction forward and a clear sense of what we are doing. Some days it's not possible and today could be one of those days.

We have been given dreams, each of us, tender as new blossoms, fragile and easily crushed by the world's reality or others laughter. We each have dreams and hopes that we keep silent and hidden, fearing embarrassment or worse failure, if they were exposed or we were to aim at them and fall short. We have been given today, that place between mystery and harsh reality, a day with some soft edges to linger a while in the dreams we have been given. These dreams might just be a gift from God. These dreams, might just be a chalk road map, need clearer, darker defined lines - but they may be the start. So just for today, I am going to try to let the dreams be gifts -holding them tenderly but believing in their possibility. If God is the giver, then God will make them possible. God will tread lightly, will breath life and give the growth and us the strength to face ridicule and failure. Go ahead, dream, for God's love is evident in the process of creation, of imaging justice and life for all.