Waiting for the Woman in the Ornament – A Dream I Can’t Shake

I woke up this morning with a lingering feeling that’s hard to explain. It’s like that moment when you’re half-asleep, and reality feels like it’s blending with something… more. Last night, I had a dream that’s been rattling around in my mind all day. It felt like one of those moments where the universe is trying to tell you something—when faith and desire meet in the quiet hours before dawn. Growing up in the South, I learned to listen when things feel bigger than me, and this dream… well, it felt like that.

In the dream, a woman named Solstice appeared. She wasn’t quite real, not in the way people are, but she was more real than anything I’ve ever seen. She asked me what I truly wanted, and I gave her the easy answer—the one I usually give when someone asks about love. I said I wanted passion, fire, the kind of connection that makes your heart race. But Solstice looked at me with these knowing eyes, and she drew out the truth I rarely admit: I want something lasting. Something rooted. Something forever. She smiled and said that wish belonged in her ‘Gold Ledger,’ where hopeful dreams live. Then she told me it would come if I stayed patient and true.

Before she faded away, Solstice gave me one glimpse of how it would happen. She said I’d meet her during the season I treasure most—Christmas. At a gathering of friends, where laughter and warmth fill the air. And I’ll know her when I see her reflected in a Christmas ornament, walking toward me. Now I’m watching, hoping—believing this might be the year my reflection leads me to her. It’s a strange thing, to put your faith in a dream. But something tells me this one’s different. Something tells me this is the year I’ll find her.