I just lost a lovely post on giving, that recounted my dream of the coffee pot, and I will not attempt to reconstruct it now. But the meditation of the week is on giving, giving too much, more than one has or should give if one wants to be in a position to keep on giving.
This Christmas I am giving myself stillness and attention. In the dream, I am making coffee (energy, nurture) for the wounded, although it will not cure their wounds and the one who really wants coffee is this servidora. The coffee (creativity, nurture) spurts wildly from the machine but will not go into the pot.
I will concentrate so that in fact the coffee goes into its vessel.