It came to me in a dream last night …


Where there is love, there can be understanding and peace.
Where there is curiosity and willingness to hear the truth, there can be honesty.
Where there is honesty, there can be the beginning of discourse and dialogue.
It starts with love.


Note: I dreamed. It was maybe three in the morning and I woke up enough to turn on the computer by the bed. I typed these four lines before I fell back to sleep. I don’t remember anything about the dream. It must have been a good one.

35 thoughts on “IT CAME TO ME IN A DREAM”

    1. Thank you. I got a new (not new, but new to me) fast lens so I’ve been taking a lot of indoor pictures. Amazing what an extra f-stop or two can do (ooh-ooh!). These were taken in Vermont a while ago and I never got around to processing them, so they were perfect for this time of year. There’s something about Vermont!

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  1. Lovely to meet you, Marilyn. The word ‘Serendipity’ caught my eye on Sue Vincents blog, and I just followed my nose. Good to meet you, I love what you say about yourself, the photographs and the way you write. I know I will be back for more!


    1. When sunrise comes up over the mountaintop. The house was on the mountaintop, so it was an amazing sight every morning. I took a lot of these, but I only processed one… I discovered a whole trove of photographs from long weekends in the mountains of Vermont.

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    1. I’ve been having socially relevant dreams. I remember pieces of something from last night, but not enough to make sense of it. It had to do with freedom of speech. I guess now I dream about global concerns. My dreams are politicized.


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