IN THE EYE OF THE STORM

Dream of Helen Luke, age 85, recorded in her journal:

I was standing in a sphere, colorless, empty, and moving slowly and calmly from side to side. I was holding out my cupped hand, into which a succession of small spheres, each representing my next task or the next small necessity of my life, was gently put by an unseen giver hidden in the storm clouds surrounding the eye, the calm center. This center space itself moved, as I moved within it, with the movement of the clouds or unseen forces around it-- the eye of the storm.