Sleep is the place of nightmares. It also the realm of dreams. According to the Talmud, dreams are one sixtieth of prophecy (Berachot 57b). Maimonides, in his Guide for the Perplexed, writes that through dreams the imaginative faculty is awakened, without which prophecy is impossible (3.36-8).
Hope is perhaps our most radical act. Hope is daring, risky, it exposes our dreams and desires and lays our heart bear, it calls us to see the world, our lives, as they are, to question how we got here, and yet through the pain, and disappointment, to continue to feel and to imagine.
We are all artists of our lives. Our actions, yearnings, discoveries, choices, losses, words spoken and left unspoken, anger, guilt, learnings, and love will paint the picture of the life we’ve lived when we reach the end of our days.
We are being called to hear the complex and challenging voice of the Divine as it comes through each one of us. Will we listen? Our futures are inextricably bound, and curse and blessing hang in the balance.
When we show up in the moment, at the times of transition in our lives, in a state of vulnerability and openness that we become present for relationship with the Divine. For this tender, raw, vulnerable place is God’s invitation in.