Wednesday, December 16, 2009

Dreams are a gate.

Last night as I first drifted to sleep Jesse came to me as himself at age 5, and gave me a hug. I told him I wanted to come with him, but he said, no mom, not yet. I wasn't even sad. This morning I got out of the train and felt happy. Not for any reason, just that sudden, unexpected tug of joy to see the sky and to walk down the street. I realized that something had been lifted. I looked toward my destination and saw a guy walking toward me with, only briefly, Jesse's adult face, before he became again whoever he was. And I said, thanks honey. And then I cried a little.


  1. What a couple of moments. Forgive the possibility of my sounding banal - but thank you for sharing them.

  2. I don't know/care where they come from (simplest answer is me, in some way), but I need them. And I think it's ok to look for reassurance from the universe. Regardless of what we think we're doing or where we're going. I hope that makes sense.

  3. They do come from you. Amazing really, the things we have stored in our memories. Things locked away for years, decades, never recalled, and then suddenly in a dream ...there they are.

    I especially like the part about you happily stepping from your train and looking forward to your destination.

  4. I couldn't agree more! I am absolutely convinced to look for reassurance from the universe.

    And I agree with Schmutzie too -- nice to think of you happily stepping from your train. For no reason.

  5. Wishing you the best for the Christmas and New Year.

    You remain my paragon of wisdom.



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