My dear friend Reena Ghose shares her thoughts for the day on Facebook. Here's Reena's thought for the day...
| "You will blossom. A flower starts deep under the dirt and has to fight against gravity in the darkness before finally breaking free and opening its bloom to the sun. You may feel like you're in darkness and everything around you is muddy, but keep pushing toward the Light and when the time is right, you will burst into blossom." ~ Reena Ghose |
| This reminds me of a dream I had last night. The setting appeared to be outdoors during a fair weather day in a large fenced lot or field, mostly grass where many cars were parked about and people were walking around as if after an organized event. I was driving out in an antique 1979 Chevy Camaro. It was custom painted pearl white. The decals were all there but subtly to offset the pearl white paint. The factory rally wheels matched, adorned with stately raised white letter Dunlop Qualifier tires. The car was slick. I was some type of public figure. While waiting to exit the area, I |  "I might have to jump off... with a leap of faith." |
was asked to donate the car for a fund raiser. I thought I might and pondered, "It's not original," and wondered how much it might bring.
To leave the area, I had to exit through the basement of an old abandoned-looking building. The building was small with small spaces. It was dark, dusty and musty with spider webs and such. I saw light and looked up to see I had to squeeze through tight spaces to get to the roof where I'd be able to exit. Maybe the experiences, circumstances and conditions leading to that moment and the building represent the seeds, dirt and darkness.
There was no distinguishable stairway. I saw a narrow open space that appeared to lead to the next level and realized I had to climb up sideways to get to the roof. It looked tight and I thought, "It looks like my head might not fit through there." Then I thought, "Well, it should fit as long as my head is average size because, apparently, other people have exited this way with their heads attached." Sure enough, I squeezed through sideways with my head and body.
I was standing on the roof and looked around. I saw what appeared to be signs of struggle and poverty about the land. A man on the ground asked for assistance, I believe for food. I offered to help "when I get off the roof". I looked around and thought, "How will I get off this roof?" I was on the edge and woke up, when it occurred to me that I might have to jump off... with a leap of faith. ♥
Lovingly Namaste,
To leave the area, I had to exit through the basement of an old abandoned-looking building. The building was small with small spaces. It was dark, dusty and musty with spider webs and such. I saw light and looked up to see I had to squeeze through tight spaces to get to the roof where I'd be able to exit. Maybe the experiences, circumstances and conditions leading to that moment and the building represent the seeds, dirt and darkness.
There was no distinguishable stairway. I saw a narrow open space that appeared to lead to the next level and realized I had to climb up sideways to get to the roof. It looked tight and I thought, "It looks like my head might not fit through there." Then I thought, "Well, it should fit as long as my head is average size because, apparently, other people have exited this way with their heads attached." Sure enough, I squeezed through sideways with my head and body.
I was standing on the roof and looked around. I saw what appeared to be signs of struggle and poverty about the land. A man on the ground asked for assistance, I believe for food. I offered to help "when I get off the roof". I looked around and thought, "How will I get off this roof?" I was on the edge and woke up, when it occurred to me that I might have to jump off... with a leap of faith. ♥
Lovingly Namaste,
Joe Simmons
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