I had an interesting dream sequence this morning which could really have been a nightmare, but it wasn’t.

It was Thanksgiving and we were doing our usual preparations, except we weren’t.  For some reason, the house filled with people quite early, and more kept coming.  I didn’t seem to really know how many had been invited or were coming, but it didn’t seem to matter.  I just kept putting people to work.  It also seemed that at least part of my remodel had been completed, because the house seemed bigger and things weren’t where they are right now.  Also, the tile which is stored in my shed at the moment appeared to be what was on the floor.

The first thing we were putting out were the desserts Heather had made.  I was slicing a very tall yellow cake with lemon curd on top into strips and trying to lay it on what I thought was one of my Corelle platters, but on closer inspection, it was a very pretty, etched glass platter with colored flowers in the middle.  I kept arranging and rearranging the slices of cake, trying to get them to fit on the platter, but they were a little too long for the width of the platter.  I finally alternated directions (some upright, some sideways) until I got them on the platter. 

We were also rearranging boxes which belonged to one of the men who was there, in my front bedroom, so we could put the card table for the Dutch oven in which I cook the turkey in the room.  For some reason, the pile of boxes seemed to keep growing, and, although I’d considered putting a table in there for some of the guests, the boxes took up too much room. 

As I was directing everyone and trying to put out food and get the rest of the dinner made at the same time, I noticed that the cake platter was almost empty!  One of the guests had brought her two teenage boys and I asked the older one to clean up some cake that was on the floor.  He told me his brother had dropped it, and the kid was good about cleaning up his mess.

It was then I realized that 1. I hadn’t had my coffee yet and 2. We hadn’t even made the stuffing, much less gotten the bird ready to go in the Dutch oven!  The kitchen was already in a bit of disarray, but I found my Mother and Daughter mug Heather had gotten me a few years ago and filled it with coffee from what I discovered was a fresh pot.  Thanking the coffee gods and the angel who had made a fresh pot, I started moving people out of the kitchen so we could get the stuffing made and the bird on to cook, all the while, assuring people that, although it was already 10 AM, the bird would be ready in time because it cooked a lot faster in the Dutch oven (which we’ve discovered it does.)  Looking out the window, I saw even more people arriving, but my concern was not that we wouldn’t have enough food, but that I needed to find space for everyone, despite the fact that, as near as I could tell, I only had one turkey.  However, using the Dutch oven for the turkey left the oven in my stove free, so there’s no telling what might have been cooking in there!

As the dream came to an end, I was about to ask Mathom to start peeling potatoes, and had a mental picture of one of my biggest mixing bowls (and that’s saying a lot, as I have some pretty huge ones) full of fluffy mashed potatoes! 

To a lot of people, the idea of putting a large meal together for an unknown number of people would be horrifying at best, but the kids and I have a ball putting our annual everything-from-scratch meal together, and like nothing better than to share it with friends.  That people kept coming, yet there was never any concern over whether we could feed them all tells me that, as promised, abundance brings abundance.  The abundance of loving friends who were filling my small house, and overflowing to the patio were causing the abundance in my house of food, love and joy to overflow as well.

All in all, I awoke feeling refreshed and happy with Patches rubbing against my face and purring her loudest, my head, temporarily unstuffed and ready to meet the day.  My bedside clock, by the way, was reading 10:00 (though all of the other clocks in the house read 9:40).  Interesting coincidence, I think.

My gratitudes today are:
1. I am grateful that my cold is tapering off.
2. I am grateful for an abundance of love and joy in my life.
3. I am grateful for opportunities to nourish the world, not necessarily with food, but with love and positive energy.
4. I am grateful for the love and sensitivity I am experiencing with my cats, as we mourn the loss of Scooby who was taken from us suddenly.
5. I am grateful for healing.

Love and light