It is 2 a.m. I’m gently nudged into awareness by this snippet of a dream: My hospice nurse comes daily and gives me an injection. I feel very well.

Wholeness streams from my depths as I catch these words and express them. My helper, unknown from reality, suggests a numinous presence emanating from the Ground of Being. Within her aura, I quicken, breathe easy, anticipate her treatment. She knows what to do and I surrender to her touch. The grace holds until the next twenty-four hours: its seamless minutes infuse my spirit with joy.

Indeed, I am very well!