Sometimes you have to grow down before you can grow up. I learned this in September 2004, the morning I woke from a dream with a pounding heart.
It wasn’t exactly a nightmare, but it definitely caught my attention.
I dreamed I was attending an outdoor Yom Kippur service. I walked down to a grassy field and saw a man sitting on the ground. He was wearing a yarmulke and guarding something.
A breeze swept through, stirring his papers, so I bent down to pick them up.
“No!” yelled the man, “Human…
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Posted on September 9, 2009 at 3:30pm — Comments