Guest Post by Hardscrabble Farmer
“I will honour Christmas in my heart, and try to keep it all the year. I will live in the Past, the Present, and the Future. The Spirits of all Three shall strive within me. I will not shut out the lessons that they teach.” –Charles Dickens, A Christmas Carol
I dreamed last night of something that happened to me a long time ago. I ran into a man I’d met when he was only a child on a beach in another country. We were at a gathering, it was festive, and there were multitudes of people talking and laughing around us as we stood in the middle of some sort of restaurant in a strange place I’d never seen before. I can’t tell you how I knew it was him, but I felt the connection as clearly as if he was one of my own children. He was middle-aged in the dream with children of his own and though we didn’t speak the same language we communicated our joy at encountering each other just by the looks on our faces.
I was so happy to see him again and I knew he felt the same way. That was it, nothing magical or profound, just a meeting of two men and the connection between us. I woke from the dream in the pre-dawn gray with such a deep feeling of happiness I am at a loss to explain it. I don’t fully understand the purpose of our dreams, but I can’t deny the power they have to trigger something deep inside of us and so I try to listen to them and find some meaning in their message.
