I read Orion magazine tonight and find it depressing. Global warming is frightening. I sit in my perfect world not quite sure what to do, and yet knowing each of must acknowledge, accept, begin. It seems one huge step is to eat locally produced and in season foods. That is easy to do.
Today I passed a house with five sheep in front nibbling grass. The house had solar panels on the roof. I could hear more sheep in the background. I like my neighborhood. It is quite a composite.
Carl Jung believed our dreams link us to a collective unconscious, a reservoir available to us of myth, archetypes, resources. Tonight feels like a night to tap into my dreams. I'll request remembrance before I go to sleep and see what comes.
"It is better in prayer to have a heart without words that words without a heart."