This blog is dedicated to my close friend Robin who lost both of her parents a little over a year ago.
Last night I had a dream.
I had spent the day with my mom at her house. I don’t know exactly what we were doing — cleaning, my guess. And talking.
I was in the living room watching TV, and I yelled into the kitchen, “Where’s dad? I haven’t seen him all day.”
“He was sleeping in there — you must have missed him,” she replied. Then a deeper voice answered. “I’m right here.”
So I went into the softly lit kitchen and there they were, my mom and dad, sitting at a small kitchen table. There were wood scraps on the table; my dad was a carpenter all his life, and was always working on something.
I remember coming and kneeling next to him. Something didn’t feel quite right. Like neither one of them was supposed to be there.
I had a thought in the back of my mind.
“What’s it like over there?” I asked.
My dad smiled and nodded but said nothing. So I continued.
“Is it beautiful? Eternal? Spiritual?”
“Yes it is,” he said, smiling.
I lost my mother 49 years ago, my dad 15. Yet I still dream of both of them.
I don’t care what psychologists and scientists and textbooks say about the origin of dreams. It’s the one world man really doesn’t fully understand.
And I believe dreams are a portal. A connection.
Our only connection.
Dreams hold our fears and experiences, along with our passions and imaginations. Those points in our life never leave us. And even if you say you don’t dream, you do. You just don’t remember them. They are a way to remind us who we are. How we got here.
Dreams are our connection to those who have gone before us, proof that all is well.
In this world and the next.
Humoring the Goddess 
It is a challenge – mornings are busy. I haven’t logged any during my writing retreat. My sleep is very deep here, in the quiet woods. 😴 Yes, we should compare notes. 😀
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Indeed!
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Thank you. She had a wonderful life with wonderful parents. She knows she is blessed for that. Aren’t we all blessed in some way?
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I need to start doing a better job! Maybe sometime we can compare notes!
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Dreams are fascinating! I believe our dreams have a latent meaning when they visit us. How beautifully you express “Dreams hold our fears and experiences, along with our passions and imaginations. Those points in our life never leave us.” Thanks for sharing this post. My condolences to your friend. ❤🙏
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So true. They can disappear in a flash. I do my best to jot down quick dream notes, especially if the dream is unusually vivid or strange.
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Love it. I’ve been trying to journal too, but sometimes they’re so fleeting!
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My condolences to your friend. ❤ Interesting post about dreams. Dreams are fascinating and I believe we can learn a great deal from them. I keep a dream journal and have had my share of premonition dreams. ✨
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Thank you thank you. ❤
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It’s all we have … its up to us to make it enough.
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I thank you.💗
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Beautiful reflexion, my friend💕
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So true. I had a lovely dream about my dad about 6 months after he passed away. It made me feel so much better. He also said it was good where he was and that he would be OK.
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I agree.
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You are sweet. Thank you.
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Reblogged this on GrannyMoon's Morning Feast.
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