A morning’s meditation on the night past.
At night, every night, when I sleep, I dream. So, last night…
At times, I beheld attractive images. Alluring symbols, rich and vibrant in color. All pointing to my heartfelt hopes for a better world. For a better me.
At times, I nightmared. Forbidding visions appeared, in shades dark and subdued. All foreshadowing the worst of my fears for our world. And for me.
On waking, I desired to forestall, even better, to forget entirely those haunting nocturnal specters. Yet to do that would be to end all possibility of dreaming.
I’m reminded of Charon, Greek mythology’s ferryman of Hades, carrying a soul from the land of the living across the river Acheron to the domain of the dead. Offering a drink from the waters of Lethe, the river of forgetfulness, Charon advised, “Your worries and woes will burden you no more.” The soul inquired, “Will I remember my hopes, my blessings?” Charon replied, “No, you will forget everything.” With a wan smile, the soul then said, “I shall not drink, for I choose to forget nothing.”
To hold in my heart all of life, joy and sorrow, hope and fear makes dreaming possible. For what is a dream but a vision of a longed for what might be in the face of a less than desired what is.
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