Here is what I dreamed last night.
A lioness was chasing an impala across the savannah. Both were running hard. The impala was leaping and turning, agile and lithe.
The lioness was muscular and strong, running lean and low, digging in to make the sharp turns.
In the dream, I wondered how the race would end. Who would win, the powerful lion or the agile impala.
I was filled with a deep peace and heard the Bruce Cockburn song playing in the distance.
And then I saw the difference between the two. It wasn’t the stride, or the size of the muscles. It was in the intention, the purpose of running. The lion was running for her dinner. The impala was running for her life.
–Quinn McDonald is lucky enough to remember her dreams.