I had a dream last night. I woke up feeling happy and content. I decided I must ponder this dream all day before I write about it. Sometimes when I write too quickly, when thoughts or ideas come to my head, I babble and I have no direction in my writing.
I went to bed last night a bit disturbed. Things don't always work out the way we want them to. At times I can shake the bad feelings and at other times, it seems as if I am in such a dark hole, better known as hell, that the only way out is through the abyss. I tried to cheer myself up, I thought about every thing that makes me happy, people and places, and nothing was working. The best solution for me was to go to bed and wake up to a new morning, a new day, and a new attitude.
I feel asleep thinking about my children, Maui, heaven, my mother, and God. I was thinking, "God, I want to spend my days in Maui with my children, feeling a spiritual connection to my mother before I enter heaven." Maui is my favorite place on earth. I could explore that island and write it about the wonders, the life, the beauty, and the people living there for the rest of my days. But that hasn't happened yet. I must be patient. Yesterday, was a day full of zero ability to look the other way, and realize what I have. It hardly ever happens to me, but when it does, boy does it pull a fast one on me, my inner strength and my mind.
I fell asleep quickly. All of a sudden I was running down Kaanapali Beach, in Maui with Cade. It was sometime in the future, because Cade still looked the same but was much bigger. We ran and ended up at Black Rock. That is my favorite part of Kaanapali Beach. Cade and I sat there and stared out into the ocean. My daughter and other son emerged from the surf. Right behind them was my mother. Only she was sort of flying behind them, her light embraced my children and I knew we were safe.
The next thing I knew we were sitting on a lanai on the Hillside in Kaanapali watching the sunset. Once again, my children, were at peace and so was I. My mother took my hand and walked me through a tunnel. On the other side of the tunnel were all these children homeless in a park. They were hungry and scared. My mother didn't say a word. She smiled, and I knew what she was saying.
You see, I have wanted to write a book about kids that are homeless and living on the streets for a long time now. I have pictures all over my office walls of them. Every day it frustrates me, because I don't have the resources to get out there get their stories, and tell them to the world. I believe the foster care system doesn't do their job effectively. The system has to change and we need to help these kids living on the streets. I don't know how to devote so much time to this cause when I have three kids to feed and house. How do I go and spend time with these kids on the streets, help them, research solutions, and bring forth a crusade for them when I am a bread winner and single mom to three?
God told me last night, figure it out, you are heading that direction! If anyone has any ideas please point me in the right direction. I believe my dream told me I have things to do before I am able to sit back and enjoy sunsets. I have work to do, I will get to heaven, I will get to Maui, my mom is with me, but my job isn't finished!
Causes Heather Hogan Supports
Juvenile Diabetes Research Foundation
Breast Cancer Awareness