Today was a day of frustration, having received my work assignment in the morning only to have it changed three times in fits and burst over a course of the morning hours until finally I stood in front of the door to my ultimate destination.  I knocked on the door but no one was home, hmmm, I turned back to get in my car.

But let me digress, many moons ago, I had a vivid dream, one where I stood in a small wooden boat on a calm body of water, alone.  Out of the water off in the distance a figure emerged from  the watery depths.  He hovered upon the water in a deep purple and golden robe, in his hand he held a staff, on his head a conical hat.  I recognized him as someone of spiritual importance.  He zoomed towards me- his feet barely skimming the surface of the water coming closer and closer.  He stopped a few feet from my boat and held his palms up towards me, indicating to me that the power of healing was in my hands.  He did not speak, he did not smile, but his eyes sparkled with a deep wisdom and then he vanished.  It was a dream I held close, one I wished I could revisit as the richness of the details have faded over the past 25 years, still the emotions it summoned remain with me.  Not long after this I found a picture of Thoth, also referred to as Hermes Trismegistus a combined God of ancient Egyptian and Greek origin.  He was known for many things but especially as the God of writing and alchemy. Interestingly Thoth was also considered a psychopomp:. A guider of souls into the afterlife.  In a word, he did hospice.

So how does this fit into my crazy disorganized day? As I stood by my car wondering if I was where I was supposed to be, both literally and figuratively,  my gaze caught a cluster of mailboxes, only one name was visible, in golden letters, THOTH.  Doubts dissolved as the Universe spoke to me.