We sometimes dream, and wake disappointed that the dream is not reality. We move into our day certain it will only hold disappointment. Soon we become distracted enough to have forgotten the dream, but does the sadness of its being unfulfilled linger? The subconscious holds mysterious waters indeed, playing tricks on us and charting our course randomly. We speak of being present and intentional, yet it’s as if there is a small gremlin inside us, delightfully causing chaos. May we, as best we can, seek friendship and alliance with our gremlins, that although this uncharted coastline will remain shrouded in mystery, we will not fear or despair the unknown, and be content in our ignorance. For peace of mind we are thankful. Blessed Be, and Amen.