We have entered the realm of the deep chill.
After all, it is January and it is Wisconsin!
Blankets, fur scarves, cuddle-duds and boots are well worn and greatly loved these days.
Warm beverages and plenty of homemade chili and soup complete the tableau.
As I cozy in, I find my spirit digging in deep as well.
My dreams are heavy, rich with images that give me pause—am I dreaming or is this happening?
I awake to pull the blankets over my head and enter into prayer that places me on a pier.
It is eventide, late summer perhaps.
I am joined by the one I know as Christ, Yeshua.
And we sit in silence.
I am overcome with sleep again.
Deep thick sleep, like fog wrapping itself into the winter branches of empty trees.
And I sleep.
And I dream.
And I am made holy and whole.