My bedtime rituals have always included a blessing to dream of angels or dream good dreams or dream good dreams and of all good things. From my childhood, to my children's childhood, and even now when there are only two of us left in the nest, it seems a wish worth wishing. The waking world is a vivid nightmare that we cannot seem to wake from; it creeps in to steal our sleep, leaving us too drained to battle the monsters ceaselessly pounding at the door. We yearn for comfort, to rest easy, but we are hard-pressed to reach that peace of mind that brings true rest. We long for someone to shake us awake, softly whispering, "It's all right. It's all right. It was just a bad dream.” I wish I had the power to make the bad dreams disappear, but that is beyond my abilities. All I can do is be there when you wake, shaken and in tears, to say it's all right. It was just a bad dream. It's over now. Dream of angels. Dream good dreams and of all good things.
Elise Skidmore ©2020