My dreams continue to take me deeper into my unconscious where firmly planted tap roots, much like those of the horse radish, of my youth; a perpetually resistant plant much-like my firmly entrenched happiness program. The body prayer ( await, allow, accept, attend), the welcome prayer and the invoking of the Indwelling Spirit occur spontaneously from my dreaming life to my awake life, till my last breath before I fall into sleep. The image spoke powerfully into my living , the dandelion blow balls, of the feather-like yoke of receptivity, symbolic of resilience and rebirth. Each fuzzy pappus launches a seed pulling me out of my long happiness program tap root. The Holy Spirit and me yoked! Those who encounter me would be aware of any of this. They would see me cooking, setting up an arthritic friendly computer chair, out walking meeting someone’s prized and cherished dog, facilitating a meeting, hearing a 5th-step and ff
