I had a dream last night – a really clear dream of a meadow on a hillside. Surrounding the meadow was hustle and bustle but here it was tranquil and peaceful and people just sat apart but collectively in rows almost in meditative states imbuing the serenity of the space. The grass was damp and the earth was cold beneath them but no-one seemed bothered as they sat there planted on their spot. The sky was dappled blue and breeze washed across the hillside – a warmer breeze that whispered with hope. Somewhere birds sang but apart from that there was a healthy silence that permeated the spirits and souls of the people on this hill. It was as though they were being refuelled in readiness for a new morrow.
And I thought that new morrow won’t be long now when the world reawakens from her year’s slumber and those folk are able to move from their segregated spots on the hillside. And I wonder how we will use this opportunity – what will we have learned and what will we do. I can still feel the breeze and pray it will be the wind of change. For we all miss our yesterdays but our tomorrows could be so much better if we so choose. A once in a lifetime opportunity to seize the day, open fresh eyes and live anew. But it all starts in our dreams.