Truth in Dreaming
The perfect thing to write about struck me suddenly the other morning. It was a bolt of inspiration, like opening a door into Springtime. The subject was one of those new truths that bubbles up from time to time, distilled out of suffering and experience left to simmer quietly over time. Like many such revelations, it was profound, yet simple, a shift of thought that welcomed peace and happiness into the soul. All was there in that quiet moment. This one harmonious chord was accompanied by the phrasing and ideal words to be able to share the secret with any who were open to the idea. I determined immediately that I would put it all down on paper the minute I woke up. Yes. It came to me in a dream. Cliché, certainly, but cliché for a reason. There isn't a culture on this earth that hasn't placed some importance on what goes on behind our eyelids when we go to sleep. Even bey...