I woke up this morning to my usual routine. Half-awake, half asleep, I follow my dog to the backyard door. As I slid the door open to let him out, the entrance to one of last night’s dreams opened as well. Today, my yard is filled with snow and ice, but my dream showed me a beautiful summer day.
Last night I found myself standing in the middle of my yard when a friendly face from my past walked towards me. “I think you should move the garden to the middle of the yard,” my friend said.
“Why would I do that? I like it over there on the side. This way, I have all this open space to do what I want.”
“Because it doesn’t work that way. The garden has to be in the middle if you want it to grow.”
The idea seemed ridiculous to me as I looked across my yard. I was about to argue when I noticed my friend was gone. I saw the packs of seeds he left behind. Seeds of hope, love, kindness, peace, and faith. I suddenly understood my friend’s suggestion. The garden of my dreams needs to take center stage in my life. It’s not something that should grow neatly in the corner. I smiled as I realized how wise my friend had become.
My dog brushed by me as I stood in the doorway, eager to get back inside the warm house. As we headed towards his bag of treats, I looked at him and said, “I think today is a good day to do some digging!”
-Susan
0 yorum:
Post a Comment
Note: Only a member of this blog may post a comment.