For those of you following along in this journey,
I encourage you to place these journal-letters in a folder
and refer to them from time to time.  

We are on a journey that may last several years.  
Each year we will voyage deeper into the soul’s pilgrimage.  
Next year’s February journal-letter will build on this letter.  
So, it will be helpful to have this nearby to guide your way.  
March will follow the themes of March;
April will follow April and so on.   
As it comes to me, I may add an addendum to each month.  

Also, I listen to music when I write.  
You might have some special CD’s that have caught you lately.  
I encourage you to release the enchantment of music
into your surroundings while you read.  
Music by Gorecki—“Symphony of Sorrows”,
Lauridsen—“Lux Aeterna”,
Lisa Gerrard--"Immortal Memory",
Memoirs of a Geisha,
among others, has caught me recently.

Antonio Machado wrote a poem entitled, “Last Night.”  
We get a hint
of the gracious stirring of the Holy Spirit in our hearts…
sometimes in our dreams beyond our awareness.  
Our dreams may herald the new awakening
before we are ever conscious of it.  

A spring breaking out in our hearts,
bees making sweet honey from our failures, and fiery light
bringing warmth to our hearths all speak of the labor of winter
in preparing for spring.  

Last Night

Last night, as I was sleeping,
I dreamt—marvellous error!—
        That a spring was breaking out in my heart.
        I said:  Along which secret aqueduct,
Oh water, are you coming to me,
        Water of a new life that I have never drunk?

Last night, as I was sleeping,
I dreamt—marvellous error!—
That I had a beehive
Here inside my heart.
And the golden bees were making white combs                    
And sweet honey from my old failures.                     

Last night, as I was sleeping,
I dreamt—marvellous error!—
That a fiery sun was giving
Light inside my heart.
It was fiery
because I felt warmth as from a hearth,
And the sun because it gave light
and brought tears to my eyes.

Last night, as I slept,
I dreamt—marvellous error!—
That it was God I had
Here inside my heart.

                                Antonio Machado