I had a dream in the mystic space between sleep and being fully awake, that time when we can sometimes connect to the impossible or, at least, the improbable. I was walking through a room toward a young Native American woman who had her back to me. For some reason I knew she was happy. She turned around just as I approached her and it was then that I saw what was in her hands. She was holding a plate so full of good foods that some were flowing over the edges and many were stacked high above the plate. Though I can’t recall the foods that were on the plate, I do know that all the foods were luscious, mouth-watering, delectable treats. The young woman smiled at me and handed me the plate. That was it. I woke up with a smile on my face. Take it or leave it, I look at this as a good sign.
