I Can’t Always See the Road

LindaQueally_Leaves.jpgI woke up this morning remembering a dream.  I can’t usually recall them.  I was driving down a road at night and suddenly everything became hazy.  I couldn’t see.  My instinct was to go right and crash into the bushes.  Oh no… I thought… another dent in my car (I have several).

I veered right and felt the bushes cushion my blow as I came to rest there.  The place was familiar to me although I couldn’t tell you exactly where I was.  My gut says Long Beach, my beloved Long Beach. The tears are rolling now as I write this, so yes, it was probably Long Beach.

I realized when the car stopped that I couldn’t see because for some reason I wasn’t wearing my glasses.  I reached down on the floor and I found them.  And voila, once again I could see the road.

And perhaps the universe was sending me a message for today.  As an artist, a friend, a mother, a lover, you can’t always see the road, but you will be ok.  Just keep going.

Happy Monday, fellow travelers.  Trust that you, too, will find the road.

And don’t forget you can read about my own earthly travels at artbylindaqueally.blogspot.com.



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