I had a dream tonight of a big ship sailing across the ocean. This ship was grand and beautiful, built of wood and steel. The crew on deck had a mission to complete. They were to return home, safe and sound. Problem was, they saw a storm coming and this scared them. It was a dark and very cold night and the storm was a lot rougher than they expected. The pressure was felt all around – from the ocean, wind, and rain, and the thunderstorm and lightning. The crew knew they had to work together to get through it, and one by one, each person remembered their power and agreed to activate their gifts. The Giver knew he was asked to harmonize with the elements, and so he connected with the wind and the sea, and this kept the ship from tipping over. The Empath looked around and cried for her fellow mates and the wrecked ship, so she claimed her power and worked diligently with her crew to patch the rips in the sails and any holes in the wooden floor. The Artist saw damages to the ship and with one stroke, she restored beauty to the ship, making it a refuge of the sea again. Beaming with delight from this restoration, The Heart of the mission placed her energy in motion with every single soul on that ship. She reminded them to feel beyond the fear. And that made them brave and free again. The Engineer knew the ship was still partially wrecked and so he quickly gathered his data to assess final remediation, and the ship’s structure was solid once again. The Navigator held the map and studied the constellations. He guided the direction of the sail with his knowledge of the Stars and of Self. It kept the mission on course, aligned with its’ true north. The night was completely black, and so the crew lit a torch. The Light from that torch burned brightly, to ensure the crew could see themselves and where they were going. Her Light showed them the path so clearly, even in the darkest of nights. Together, they weathered the storm and alas they saw the break of dawn. Then suddenly, each member fell in silence. No words were uttered, but it was then that they heard their Faith whispering, “Coldest of nights. Darkest of hours. Remember this, it was then that I loved you the most.