Day 447 Gold Work

An unusual Sunday with a heavy burden of the night. A dream that keeps coming back since an opportunity was mentioned. I am trying to get to catch a flight, but miss it. The complicated scenes as a movie with many characters, the ever-shrinking time as the co-star, the places I have lived before and still, I get lost and don’t get directions, no matter how hard I try. I wake with exhaustion and with the question of significance. Walked up to the Cathedral, sneaked in at the end of the mass and looked through the gold work on the bishops ceremonial garments. It reminded me of the embroidery elective I took at uni. Of course other things have come to my mind, too about wealth, calling and the purity of the word. Looking in the mirrors of our hearts the purity of the image is the hardest to find and without God that is an unchangeable fact.