Day 17
Silence stills the twilight. The world wrapped in a fresh blanket of snow allows the chance to dream. When there is a dream, there is hope and hope invites us to dance upon the painted sky, granting us the possibility of yet another dream.
Once again, we make our way toward the evening light. Colors shift from blue to pink to lavender and soon we will melt with the sky. Together we will take the nightly bow before the inky curtain illuminated by stars. Curling inward, we spiral into our depths, tucked safely in the dreamer’s cave. There, all is possible. All is right. Trusting in the process as we do our part in this one wonderous life, we slip into the unknown to weave our fate. Whispers and whisps of the past, present, and future call to us. Creating, experiencing, and destroying to create once again, we make our way through our dreamscapes. Holding hope, trust, creation, and love within our hearts and in our hands, we surrender to the process of rebirth.
How are you doing as you move through these dreamlike landscapes? What are you experiencing as the shadows continue to play? How do you meet yourself as slip into the different realms of being?
May you dream sweetly of the future. May hope comfort you as you walk along this winding road.
Be well,
Renee Bedard, The Whispering Crow
The Whispering Crow 