Sleeping with bread is an examen to access to week past and see the reality and effect of the things in live that leave us in want and filled to the brim. Even before I attempted to write anything for my post this week, I felt as if my brain had been keeping a ruthless tally of life and finding my living on the lacking side of bread baking. Late last night I tried to fall asleep, but my mind was full with all the things that needed to be accomplished and unfortunately I kept recalling how I felt I'd dropped the ball on many levels throughout the week. For one reason or another, last week, I felt I somehow was letting someone down or missing one thing or another that I shouldn't miss. All this goes to show that I'm human, but I especially don't like it when I disappoint those closest to me. As I woke, I recalled a dream I'd had in the midst of this tallying of what was done and what I still had to do and what was done. In my dream, a wise author who I have a great de