• This field, as I approached it was daylight. The copper chalice with a single drop of red wine in symbolic of life to me. The field, symbolic of life and hope. The cup itself and it’s condition is symbolic of my life. I think perhaps there is much hope in my life for finding and reclaiming me and my life and therefore family life and joy. Because in the mental imagery process I picked up that chalice, I drank that single drop, and I carried away with me that chalice. As I stood in front of the overwhelming boulder that lay as an obstacle in my path, I had that chalice still in hand.