Tag Archives: Our Father.
I feel obligated to work on a few of my own dreams in this New Year. It is easy to talk about the dreams of others and ignore my own. So I am chastised to have a better attitude and to bring in some fresh air to myself, perhaps the air of Life that is available. Continue reading
A sweet childhood memory linked to a dream I had recently. I was upstairs in the far room in the double bed with the iron railings and brass knobs. I was alone, hardly awake. My father was in the kitchen … Continue reading