The dreams were born of the hunger, rose from the longing, fed by the urgency that snatched at the perimeter of his consciousness as a dying man pick…
Back on "Day 4: Fig Leaves" I wrote about a waking meditation in which I imagined a conversation with a thorn that wanted to pierce me. Tha…
DAYDREAMS I think daydreams are generally a method of temporarily escaping reality. Since my reality is pretty darn good, I do not feel the need or …
I make my day-to-day life what I want it to be. Therefore, my daydreams are the realities of my life. I don’t have more to say on this subject. — Mu…
So many things come to mind today with this prompt, our opening prayer and the readings. Everything from the Monkees “Daydream Believer” of Sleepy Je…
I remember a friend from graduate school who came from the Texas Panhandle. Her first job out of grad school was in Arkansas, but after a few years, …
“Jacob’s Well was there. Jesus, weary from the journey, came and sat by the well. It was around noon.” – John 4:6 The Inclusive Bible Weary from the …
Sadly, my daydreams now are often simply problem-solving conversations in the air, rehearsals for what might be difficult meetings. They do, in some …