Joan of Arc visited me in a dream last night

I read somewhere someone say “Joan of Arc visited me in a dream last night.”

She can do that.

But the path to that ability was hard.

I noticed it was on this day, the 7th of July, in 1456 that a retrial of Joan of Arc found her innocent of the charges of heresy. It was twenty-five years after the Maid of Orleans had been tied to a stake and burned alive. Another four hundred years and she would be declared a saint.

Who she really was and what she believed and what she experienced have been burned to ash with the bonfire.

Instead a sort of resurrection. The flesh and blood person became a symbol. A dream. Actually someone who could visit others in their dreams.

I think about how we become dreams. All of us. Some with fire, others with tragedy, others with age or love. All of us become part flesh and part dream…

And I think of how we can and sometimes do visit each other in that world which joins us all…

Dreams…