Seven dreams came by last night arriving softly like the desert breeze. The first one came as a child might do with a soft tug on my sleeve. The second was a bit more firm but never the less still gentle. The third came in and sat on my bed more persistant with its demands. With the fifth dream came reasureance but with the sixth there was an anxiousness that made me sad. At the seventh visit I became aware that all had been merely moments in time resurfacing in the desert night, reminding me of past lives. Of times although now gone their memories are still strong, strong enough to be there for me when needed.
As I awoke this morning with the sun burning through the evening clouds I thought to myself how wonder my life has been and how much I don't appreciate it some times in the moment. I walked out in the cold day morning and said my salutation to the sun, thanking it for another day, blessing it for those past, and looking forward to the next venture.
There are in fact seven days left in my desert journey and I believe that I now know how to use them. Each day must be a celebration of the one before and on the seventh day I will rest in the knowledge that I have used them well. I believe that I have become more than just the sum of my parts, I think that now I am their master.
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