Last night I dreamed I was carrying a green garden hose for miles across a flat landscape of golden plains. First I had to get out of the city, wind my way around cars stuck in a traffic jam. Then a long, long walk, the hose streaming water until I get to my destination - a clinic, a conference of writers and healers. Someone helps me find a large container to collect the water. Mary Oliver's poem comes to mind: "You do not have to be good. You do not have to walk [...]