Where dreams propel us

I just got off the phone with the rectory of the parish where I grew up. I'd been inspired by last week's dreams to actually, you know, do something about this wedding. Something beyond just thinking about it.

The monsignor wasn't in - actually, I believe he was presiding at the funeral of a family friend - so I left my name and number with the receptionist, and gave them my parents' names, as it's my parents who are registered parishioners. Now I wait for him to return my phone call.

This just got real.