10/17/18

I dreamt of a ring of keys. I see them hanging
'round the old woman's waist. Who is she? And,
why is she encumbered with so many keys? I
see her walking down a dark hallway and from
time to time, she stops and unlocks a door. I
am following at a bit of a distance, still I can
see her every move. I come upon an unlocked
door she left slightly ajar. Very quietly, I peek.
Within the room I see a misty scene There are
several children gathered around a smallish
tree, obviously decorated with homemade items.
It looks to be that they are eagerly reaching for
one specific item each. Strangely, the word happy
comes to mind. I slip back and continue down
the hallway. Again, I find another door and look
in. In this scene, I see a woman in what appears
to be a hospital bed. Sitting on the edge of the
bed is a very anxious young man quietly speaking
to a man in white, stethoscope in hand. Funnily
enough, I sense hope and cannot stop the tears
from rolling down my cheeks. Curious now, I
continue walking down this dim, silent hall. My
heart is full and I don't think I'm up for much
more, but I look in one last room. Here I find a
young man pouring over a stack of ragged books.
He has a pencil in his mouth, papers at the ready
and obviously a sense of arduous purpose. It
comes to me that he is seeking. I can't help but
wonder what he is searching for. What moves him?
What motivates him? I suddenly get it . . . here is
a person who wants to understand, needs to know,
he is seeking knowledge. And in that instant, a
flash of understanding comes to me. She is the
matron of the keys; she opens the doors . . .
happiness, hope, knowledge . . . and without a
doubt, other doors. It occurs to me that all I
need to do is enter . . . enter, accept and learn.
I pray I have the actual gumption to do so.

what is it i seek
will she open doors for me
courage pray enter