I have been curious about my dreams. There is a video that offers suggestions for interpreting their meaning, and I have tried to implement them. So far I have not felt successful. 

 

One of the people I love is feeling trapped. I wrestle with trying to jimmy the lock on the virtual cage, or banging on it to scare the captive into escape plans. 

 

The other day I suggested to a friend that she read Kitchen Table Wisdom, a book I have loved. Then it occurred to me to reread it before dropping it off. Which I am. 

 

The story I opened to today was about a woman who had a dream. She was observing a magnificent eagle cornered in a cage. The dreamer had cancer and was wrestling with how to manage her life. Then the eagle awoke, shook herself to revive her own liberty, and pumped her broad wings. She flew through the bars, which were somehow permeable, and soared into the farthest reaches of the sky. 

 

I wondered. Maybe I can borrow that dream. Perhaps the person I am holding in my heart will disregard their own limitations and awaken to their own freedom. 

 

That is my prayer.