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Last night's dream:
Once again I was surprised and overjoyed to find myself at the ocean, walking across a broad sandy beach to have a closer view of the waves. Suddenly, without any warning, the ocean was far below me. The sand and ocean in front of me had dropped hundreds of feet. Turning in mid-air, I found a tenuous handhold and was able to hang on to the sheer cliff of hard packed sand. Looking down, I saw that the tide had nearly reached the bottom of the cliff of sand, although there was still some beach left. Briefly I considered letting go, confident that I would be able to sustain the fall. Thinking again, it was clear that even though I would survive the fall, the tide was coming in and I would be in danger of drowning or at least spending a long time in the cold ocean water because there was no way to climb up the sheer cliff and no exit either way, north or south, from the beach. I turned my attention back to the sandy beach I had just walked across with such joy. I didn't have the strength to pull myself up onto the beach again, but I had the strength to keep holding on. A young woman appeared out of nowhere. I told her I needed help getting back on the beach. She anchored herself as best she could and reached out her hands for mine. She wasn't convinced that I could be helped and was concerned for me, but I told her not to worry. With her help, I was able to scramble back up to the beach.
That's when I woke up.
It's occurring to me that the ocean in my dream was to the east. Most of my experiences of the ocean have been that it is to the west.
Tears have been welling up with unexpected frequency in the past month. Sacred tears. Just in time.
