I used to have very vivid dreams. A long time ago I dreamt I was eating a burger and I woke up mid-dream with my hands in burger-holding formation. That was amazingly intense especially since back then I didn’t eat meat. I woke up that day wondering if my body was trying to tell me something. Actually, I often wake up that way. I’m an early bird and always have been. And, as such, I have wondered whether my vivid dreams were a way of preparing for the early sun. Regardless, not only did I wake up way too early but I also woke up humming a song. One that was an earworm within my dream.
I woke up singing that “Nothing is as it was”. I don’t know whether that is true or not. But I do know that the lyric comes from a song called Rivers and Roads. And to me it is a hauntingly familiar song. I always want to take the rivers and roads on out to a new world and adventure. I also want to take them to that which is familiar and embedded in my soul. There are times when we scan our past and possible future paths. As a New Yorker, I’m always literally looking ahead. I keep my eyes on up two blocks ahead. I always like to assess for minefields and opportunities. A sidewalk sale. An angry mob. Perhaps both. And, it doesn’t hurt to be prepared.