Good morning!! I had a strange dream to greet the day...which made me think immediately of the High and Holy ONE.
I was on Native American land somewhere, and there was a massive and primitive stone marker with a brass plaque, commemorating a white preacher who was buried there. His last name was Essenberger...or something very similar. And I heard someone say, "The Native American people don't usually DO that."
A beautiful young Indian girl was there with me, and she asked me to begin the song of morning!
And in the dream, I HEARD myself sing;
"Morning has broken! Like the first morning!"
And SHE chimed in and sang WITH me for the next lines, in a voice like an angel.
And the dawn was all around us.
