Sometimes I dream in parables. I did last night, and it was a doozy. 

I was on a trip to Paris, but we were experiencing layovers, first in New York, and then in Hawaii. (I know, the routing is wonky, but remember its a parable; they take liberties). I kept complaining that we would never make it to Paris, and that perhaps our guides (one of whom was Victor Hugo in a really bad Beatles wig) did not know what they were doing.

I don’t remember any of the sites we saw in New York, but in the Hawaii layover we were taken to a beautiful ocean vista – the most breathtaking, technicolor view imaginable – and the sea was teeming with breaching whales. We were on a rocky outcropping in the sea, watching this show, feeling the ocean spray on our faces. People were oohing and ahhing, but not me. I was getting more and more worried about ever arriving at our true destination. I saw that others were enjoying themselves, though, and lamely attempted to justify my dulled reaction. “You must not live on the coast,” I said. “I go to Malibu at least once a week.” (I know, right? It can be humiliating down there in the subconscious).

The next thing I knew my daughter and I were on a surfboard…in the sky. She was scared, but I was fine, at least at first. I told her to lean back against me, that I had a good grip. But then it hit me what we were doing. We were on a surfboard 2,000 feet up, falling like skydivers, except there was no parachute and we were literally holding on to this board, as if, somehow, it would magically break our fall. 

Instead of being afraid, I was furious! “What the f— is this?” I questioned. “This is not Paris! This is not what I signed up for! Who is in charge here? How stupid could they be to put us on surfboards in the sky?” 

And then, just like that, we were in a hotel room. We had landed safely. Our companion travelers were there already, beeming from head to toe. Some had showered and put on their PJs for a four-hour nap before boarding our flight for Paris. These excursions had been given to us for the sheer joy of it, because our flight had been delayed.

I was able to catch my breath and see that in hindsight, not only was someone in charge, but SOMEONE quirky, powerful, imaginative and incredibly generous. Suddenly I wanted a do over! I had missed the whole adventure! Once-in-a-lifetime events had occurred and I had missed their magnificence because my agenda was not being met in the fashion I believed was “correct.” Holy cow.

I woke up at that point and heard my angels whisper, “Write this down. It’s important.”

And there it is, y’all. Do with it what you will!


10 thoughts on “WHO’S IN CHARGE HERE?

  1. Joan Hoelscher

    What a beautiful and poignant dream, Angie. I think the message is loud and clear for all of us to fully appreciate the moment, regardless of our personal agenda and expectations. Otherwise, we risk missing the very most beautiful and precious gifts of all. Thanks for sharing! I needed the reminder.

  2. Heide

    Oh my gosh, this is so very accurate and beautiful. I needed to be reminded that detours can be some of the most magical, mystical, delightful times in life. Well done and thank you.

    1. Angela Hite Post author

      Hello, dear Heide! Yes, I needed this message, too. I think we all need it right now! Thank you back!


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