the voice of my conscience

sometimes my conscience takes on the voice of one of my close friends. a faint friendly dreamlike whisper in my ear. offering signals of advice, clarification, or even confusion. i don't think this is unusual. i imagine it's the same for everyone. whether they are conscious of it, or not, is another story.

having said all that, i was pleasantly surprised to hear cindy's voice in my head shortly before waking on the morning of 9/26/05. was sleeping in the back of my car at the george wyth memorial state park in waterloo, ia. spot #5. remember? she came to me in my sleep. her exact words escape me now, but the overall feeling remains -

this is what you should be doing. so continue... and enjoy.

i find myself thinking of that message again now on my way to the grand canyon.