I had a dream over night. Everything about it was unexpected, but not unsettling. In fact, I found it a comfort and an encouragement.
In it Grazie came to speak to me, though uttering not a word at first. Her countenance beamed with serenity. Which enfolded me like a hug and communicated more than her voice would have.
And, in effect, shut down a nightmarish vision that lurked at the periphery of my consciousness.
Only after she had my complete attention did she speak.
She simply said, “A child shall lead you.” And smiled.
And was gone.
I shared the dream with Elijah. And at the moment I finished Mawuli walked into our camp. And asked when we were leaving.