Dreaming

The “worst” doesn’t happen.  Even when it seems to, it isn’t as bad as worry has anticipated, and I come out of it better off.  As much like Pollyanna as it sounds, this dynamic is probably an axiom of life and not my own lucky charm.

When I was a child, I used to look out my bedroom window at night, dreaming about the future with much anticipation.  It wasn’t until I returned to Florence and the neighboring hill town of Fiesole, with its panorama of Florence, for the second time in 25 years that I knew why. 

Gazing out at panoramas has a great calming effect on me; I have at such times no worries about the future and no problems of any kind.  I have not had great roles to play in this lifetime, but I have lived through a private drama that has led me ever more closely to God. 

And this was what the better Self in me wanted all along.