Last night I dreamed about President Obama. With nothing but politics on television and in the newspapers, it isn’t strange that I would be dreaming about a candidate. I’m glad it was Obama and not his opponent Mitt Romney. I woke up feeling relaxed and hopeful. Had I dreamed of Romney, I’m pretty sure I would have felt agitated and tired.
The dream. Obama is mingling with the crowd and probably driving the Secret Service crazy. It’s a fund-raising event. These are people who can afford to donate twenty dollars to the cause, not twenty million. I notice the President is looking from side to side as if he’s searching for something or someone. His eyes come to rest on me. (Isn’t this a cool dream?) Then he says to me, “You! Aren’t you the one who gave me that piece of fabric?” I nod. He continues, “I wasn’t impressed when you gave it to me, but look at it now! Isn’t it magnificent?”
He points to a nearby wall. On the wall hangs a tapestry. It’s the most beautiful, colorful tapestry I have ever seen or even imagined. There are numerous pieces of fabric, artfully joined together in glorious profusion as if they were born that way. Every piece, every color is perfectly placed. A wonder to behold!
President O puts a hand on my shoulder (I told you this is an awesome dream.), and somewhat wistfully states, “What great things we could accomplish if we would all come together like the pieces of this tapestry.”
Credit: “Tapestry” donated by my granddaughter Maddy.