Walking

Writing in Difficult Times

In a dream last night I saw an uncountable number of people walking together through deep darkness yet, within each of them, there burned a small and bright flame. There was no other context to the dream except that I was viewing this journey/migration/I-am-not-sure-what from above. In the dream no individual was distinguishable from another, and there were unlit roads and canyons and cities upon and through which the people walked. The only light came from within the people who were on the move.

The dream has not left me any comfort or hope, neither a sense of gloom or despair. I don’t know who the people were or are, what they were moving towards, what they were leaving behind, when the dream was based (past/present/future/all-time.) I do know that I prayed for wisdom and understanding before I slept and, as I write, there are two quotes from holy writ in my consciousness:

The people who walked in darkness have seen a great light; those who dwelt in the valley of the shadow of death, upon them a light has shined. - Isaiah 9:2

I am the light of the world. Whoever follows me will never walk in darkness, but will have the light of life. - John 8:12

No matter your faith tradition; no matter your belief system; no matter your name for That Which Is; walk in the ways of love. One foot, then the next.

Courage my dears. Love one another.