Dreams
Greetings from Regensburg, Germany where my daughter Sarah and I are taking a Viking Cruise! Since I've made a commitment to post each and every Saturday morning, I thought I'd share a piece I wrote in 1986 which on the one hand, feels like a lifetime ago, and yet it's as relevant for me today as it was then. Dreaming My Way Towards Clarity I dream that I am frozen on a road leading towards a mountain. The road is smooth and white with yellow daffodils along the edge. Pink cosmos fills the fields. The day is warm and sunny but I cannot enjoy it. I cannot move. A blue bird flutters above my head, beckoning me towards the top of the mountain that glistens, starlike. My feet refuse to move. Six smooth statues sit on the road beside me, holding me tight. One is alabaster, smooth and shaped like a huge oval. The second is translucent with dark veins and fan like edges. Another a deep lapis carved into a bird. The next is green marble and perches on two points. At the road'...