Dream Journal
Inspiring an Old Friend
Dreamt of an old friend last night ... A from NY. I saw her at some function and she was really sad. She didn't say anything, somehow I just knew. She wasn't talking much and that made me nervous so, as is my way when I am nervous, I talked too much. The more I talked the more I realized that she felt lost and that she was unhappy with where she was in her life. Finally, I suggested that she write a book with all that she has researched and all that she knows ... her eyes lit up. I could tell that she felt inspired and that idea appealed to her.
As I walked away, I realized I felt the same way. Lost. I had just inspired her to come out of her downward spiral ... why couldn't I do this for myself?
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Just wanted to say that, for some reason, as soon as I stepped away from the computer after having written this ... I felt so much better. Something lifted off of me for a few minutes.
Since then I have felt the heaviness return, but perhaps writing is a way to lift the veil and find my way. Interesting.
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