In a dream I am the pilot of a ship, responsible for course in the waters. Sometimes the seas are kind and sailing is easy; sometimes the waters are rough and we veer off course before we head back to the direction we set out for. The ship is my soul, I think. All that I am and all that I carry with me — the ship is all I have seen and all I have done, all the psychic baggage good and bad. There is a lesson in this dream of mine: that though we are the navigators of our souls, we are not responsible for how the wind blows. We are responsible only for what we do with whatever winds do churn.
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