Message to a friend who just showed up in my dream ... life is supposed to feel good, feel blissful in fact, if we actually allow such things. Love, too, but that goes without adding. Even change or growth or those expansions we invite or that life imposes sometimes unawares: shouldn't be a pit weighing heavy in our gut, but butterflies alight with anticipation or excitement, even if laced with a little healthy scarededness. Any decision quietly fueled by guilt, or god forbid shame, (or a twinge of that characteristic Stubborness that gets us in trouble every time) really should be reconsidered. Or maybe redone, even if such a radical wave makes the tides themselves shift direction. Cause when parts of ourselves fly through the pull of the moon seeking advice from others who slumber, somthin's up. Or at least it seemed to be as I softely brushed the first sleep from my eyes, back in the room where last night I lay my head.