Excerpts from the Introduction of Dreaming in Colors, A Spiritual Memoir:

 

It all began with a dream and a cup of coffee. I must tell you I haven’t always shared my morning coffee with God, at least not consciously. And I haven’t always paid attention to my dreams. During my middle years, I felt that I spent about a decade in a dark tunnel. I was out, functioning in the world, being a wife and mother, establishing a soup kitchen, teaching cooking classes, tutoring students with special needs. But I was experiencing physical pain and injuries that led to major surgeries and I was often short-tempered, lashing out at those dearest to me. I hated looking in the mirror and seeing an anguished face etched with pain, but I didn’t know what to do to change things.

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I also hope that the universal themes in my writing – fear, gratitude, confusion, grace, joy – will speak to your heart and that you will recognize yourself in one or more of the vignettes. Although our experiences are different – not all of us have lost a baby or a parent, for example – we’ve all known the grief of losing someone or something we hold dear. It could be a friend or relative, a job, our youth or our health. In that place of darkness, we all connect, as we do in the welcome sunlight of a spring morning. I pray that you will find within this book the comfort and blessing of shared experience, of love and community.