I read somewhere that if you want to remember your dreams you simply need to remind yourself to do so as you're falling asleep. I don't know for sure if that really works, but I do know that of late I've been remembering more dreams. Mostly it's fun to contemplate the places my mind wanders while my body sleeps. The night before last I dreamed I was in the mountains at a resort where the surrounding scenery looked suspiciously like the opening scene in the movie The Sound of Music. I looked up at the mountains and realized I felt chilled, so I buttoned my sweater up around my neck. As I twirled around soaking up the cold, I commented to a woman sitting at one of the outdoor tables that it was good to feel cold after living in the heat of the Texas summer.
Then I looked up at the glaciers frozen high in the crags of the mountains and realized they were melting just like the snow used to melt in the sun when I was a little girl growing up in Kansas City. Or perhaps the water I saw raining down was tears for all that is melting and changing in a world that seems to be growing ever hotter. We're only at mid-July here in Central Texas, so August, traditionally the hottest month is still to come. It's been over 100 degrees every day for so many days that the promised high-90s for the weekend is called a cold wave. Maybe it's no wonder that I'm seeking out the cold in my sleep!
I pray God's blessing upon our children and their children and their children's children because if the scientists are right about the consequences of global warming, our descendants will need all the help God can provide. And I pray that we will find the courage and the political will to make the changes we must to alleviate our contribution to the growing warmth--before it's too late.
Grace and Peace,