The Mountain Lake (or the burden of the book)

reflections along the way

I’m still paying attention to my dreams. If you’re a paid subscriber, you may remember the trio that occurred over three consecutive summer Saturday nights that facilitated a powerful shift for me–from intellectualizing about faith to actually feeling it, (you can read about those here, here, and here.) I’ve since had some interesting dreams for certain but none that ranked among those I felt compelled to share. Though there was that weird one about the shower and the mess of soap shavings…(wow that’s even hard to say in my brain: mess of soap shavings.) 

The dream I’m going to write about now is one I seem driven to share with others. I’ve told a few people already; I even shared in a parent group I was visiting because the message seems so relevant to what we’re experiencing in this cultural moment and what I want my message to be…