Miracles Happen: A Winter Dream

You are blessed…

One early winter night, nearly a decade ago, I dreamed I was walking through white drifts of snow in a wonderland I did not know. The scene was like a familiar hike in the Maine woods with a misty light that made the landscape melt into another place. Dreams are like that; the edges of our imagined reality can be blurred. In the cinema of the night our stories emerge with fright and delight. In this dark December’s slumber, I was caught in a dream where I was struggling to make my way through a dangerous course of characters and terrain that gripped my soul and disrupted my instinct to hibernate. Continue Reading