It’s Time

Dream: I’m outside on the top of the stairs to the client’s front door. My helper is at the base of the steps on the ground in front of me. The freestanding handrail that runs up the middle dividing the stairs breaks off in my right hand. It is made of wood and splits along the grain vertically.

It suddenly hits me that it’s time to let my ‘right hand’ go, that the both of us need to grow in different directions. Other imagery echoes this message and I realize something I didn’t consciously know before.