I woke up dreaming a balloon basket was about to lift off from my back yard…
Here in southern California we are experiencing high winds, and having an early dry season and heat wave. It thankfully cooled off a bit last night, since the ocean is only a few blocks from here. I welcomed the releif as I slept.
Imagine my surprise when I was told in my dream to go check the balloon in my back yard. I put on my robe and slippers to do so. I’d learned a long time ago that when Soul has a message, check it out.
Sure enough, my patio umbrella was rocking on its stand, and indeed the top looked as though it would rise into the winds at any moment. Fortunately I have an outdoor shed large enough to stash it.
Isn’t our connection with Soul a treasure that cannot be counted, measured or contained….
My Soul gave me good counsel, teaching me that the lamp which I carry does not belong to me, and the song that I sing was not generated from within me. ~ Khalil Gibran
To your Soul, The Prophet Within,