In my dream, a fire raged through a beautiful old house, eagerly consuming the structure once called "home" by an unknown someone. My companions and I later took in the aftermath, saddened by the senseless loss. Next to the charred, skeletal remains was an unkempt, empty lot. In the center was a mound of dried grass. Curious, I brushed at the brittle, loose clippings and discovered a huge pile of money. I was ecstatic and called to my companions to witness our good fortune, declaring that there was enough money to rebuild the devastated dwelling.Upon waking, I sleepily recalled my dream and then began my morning meditation. At the end of my meditation, I traditionally treat myself to a random page from the collection entitled Love Poems From God. As I flip, with eyes closed, my thumb senses where it needs to be. Here is where it landed. Page 326.
"Dig Here," the Angel Said by Saint John of the Cross
She caught me off gaurd when my soul said to me,
"Have we met?"
So surprised I was to hear her speak like that
I chuckled.
She began to sing a tale: "There once was a hardworking man
who used to worry so much because he could
not feed and clothe his children and
wife the way he wanted.
There was a beautiful little chapel in the village
where the man lived and one day while
he was praying, an angel
appeared.
The angel said, 'Follow me.' And he did out into an ancient forest.
'Now dig here,' the angel said. And the man felt strength in
his limbs he had not known since youth and with just
his bare hands he dug deep and found a
lost treasure, and his relationship
with the world changed."
Finding our soul's lost beauty does that-gives us
tremendous freedom
from worry.
"Dig here," the angel said-
"in your soul,
in your
soul."
When things like this happen, I am filled with wonder and find myself looking for buried treasure all around me.
