I dreamed a dream last night of one of my parishioner's mothers who died in December. It was decidedly comforting...but what am I to make of it. M was at the former Diocesan Retreat House...and I was relieved to see her there. In life she had always been a great supporter; at times when (inevitably) I felt under siege there was always a certain type of parishioner who would remain loyal. M was one such.
I have had wild dreams during the last couple of weeks some have been bizarre and filled with fear, last night M reassured me with the prayer of Mother Julian...all shall be well and all shallk be well and all manner of things shall be well