Everyday really is today

I'm glad I chose the above for the title of my blog. I feel much better today than I did yesterday. It's about one and a half hours after I got out of bead. I have dressed, makeup and all as I have to go out today, taken my dog outside, did my Dr. Weil breathing technique, and my tapping. Maybe later on today I will explain what both of those are and where to find the resources, but right now I want to record a dream I had early this morning that seems symbolic of how I am working to heal my body and maybe even prophetic of what is to come.

My dream: I was in a nearby town with my older brother. There was a water shortage and we were searching for it. I found a six-pack of grape juice in my purse, removed a bottle and took a big swig only to spit it out. It had foamed up in my mouth and tasted bad. I looked at the label and it had expired in 1998. My mother (who has crossed over) appeared and asked why I spit it out and - I think - thought I shouldn't throw it away, but at any rate, she told me not to worry that I had poisoned myself. That I had not and was OK.

My brother said he had found a job where he could get us food and water - I had a child with me - my daughter I believe, but I'm not sure. Then I found on a table what appeared to be both the carcass of a well-eaten Thanksgiving turkey, but at the same time it was a small bird. It was blue and it appeared to be dead. I noticed slight breath in it, however, and told my brother that it wasn't dead. It was alive! I picked it up and began petting it - again, I believe that's what I did. At any rate, it immediately turned into a plump, healthy, smiling baby that I held happily in my arms.

There was more to the dream, but the almost-dead-blue-colored-bird turning into a healthy baby symbolizes to me that I am indeed making a new, healthy life for myself. That I can, and do, and will, create a new, healthy body for myself. I believe my brother was in the dream, supporting me by finding water (as life supporting as air...), because I spoke with him on the phone yesterday. He was very positive about all the things I am doing to regain my health and encouraged me. I don't talk with my brother on a regular basis. Neither one of us are phone or drop-by kind of people. But I know he loves me and I love him. I believe my mother was in the dream to reassure me that I wasn't "poisoned."

That's all for now. I just wanted to get that dream down before I forgot it. And I have indeed had a great day so far and intend to continue to do so. I'll let you know!