A friend of mine planted a seed, which manifested into my dreams one night. The quote that she sent me was intended to give me some solace. Here is the quote:
“Perhaps they are not stars, but rather openings in heaven where the love of our lost ones pours through and shines down upon us to let us know they are happy.” Eskimo Proverb
My dream entailed me standing in a dark forest, with my roots strongly embedded into the soil. I felt the pull of gravity. I looked up into the sky and saw one bright star amongst all the star filled sky. I tried to grab hold of it but by roots were pulling me in the opposite direction. Almost as if I was stuck in the middle of urning to be near ones who have left me, but being so firmly planted with those whom are here.