But this story does have an ending, for now. In Madrid, two nights before we left Spain, I had a dream. I was going to train a program at some sort of religious retreat center, though it was not necessarily a religiously oriented program, instead, probably something more like what I normally do. Nevertheless, I had a helper in getting things organized and sorting out the design, a young nun. We realized we needed more material to give participants and - St. Teresa showed up! A short, slightly rotund middle aged little nun. She was going to bring the material we needed and went away to get it.

Meanwhile, my things were overflowing from the room I was staying in at the retreat center and my bra was lying outside on top of a stack of some things we were going to use in the program. I had gone away to do something and when I got back, St. Teresa had come and gone. She had brought a huge stack of her brochures for us to give the participants, and the stack of things had been placed back in my room, along with my bra. I asked the nun, "St. Teresa saw my bra - did she bless it?" I guess the nun said yes. woke up saying to myself "St. Teresa blessed my bra!" It gave me a happy, if perplexed, feeling.

I told Annette the dream. She said "I wonder what it means? I don't know you to wear a bra." I told her that I do, but only when I go to work. "That's it!!" said Annette. "She blessed your work!"

I think it's true. And it gives me courage to work very hard to let it all just happen.

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