i can't speak the sounds that show no pain

i had a dream last night that was, to me, amazingly symbolic.
part of it was this:
i was at a beautiful big center, i think for children. i did not work there, but as i walked outside a family saw me and thought i did. they handed me their little screaming toddler and bolted. i knew that the little girl was in so much turmoil and needed so badly consistency, safety, and to trust me. so i held her closely and tightly, walking around the center and showing her things- talking softly to her as she screamed. we came to an overlook of roads filled with cars and traffic. right below was a place that was full of dingy colors, like trash or something. but i thought it was so beautiful and wished i had a camera. at that point the little girl had settled down and we were bonded.

interpret as you will... i have two ideas. :)

i heard a sermon a long time ago that for some reason a piece of it is ringing in my head today. rick mckinley, from imago dei in portland, says that if you come to the community wanting to have you needs met you will leave disappointed. but if you enter into community with your arms open, looking to meet the needs of others, your experience will be fulfilling.

it's a beautiful day. i'm meeting some friends for a walk and some coffee and a visit to the art museum. the sun has an energizing power over me.