Complex, real and vivid
So creative my mind has been the last few days. The stories I am able to recall from childhood of people I met. Then to have dreams that relate me in that situation. Odd in a way but it like the reconnections.
Simple yet so complex are the dreams these days. I don't really ask for interpretation but the realness of the situation could be that of many these days. Here so much is inside of me that I am joyful the renewing of people from my past are here.
Silly perhaps but they were hidden so long in boxes. Tucked away so nicely as though to eliminate them from my life altogether. Yet somehow the low nights of sleep give the comfort enough to explore the past without finding a scared child hidden deep within.
Just strength. This is kindness for sure. Indeed the necessity to explore the dream and the story that goes with it. Always a good hope that if today, it does help someone else open their eyes then I am grateful. Because I am sure that in some countries this still is the way of life.
So the truths of those in my past are opened to those people in my present, I am grateful to have explained pieces of vivid life but through my eyes.
No intention of causing fake emotions. Believe me in my dreams I felt every part of the story. All the way down to the flaking of charred skin and taking my last breath. Or even being thankful that I knew I would one day see my family, people again.
Truth is that it feels as though I was really a part of that piece of life. So sure you can sit there and wonder if I am making all this up, certainly I would not fault you for thinking such. Yet I assure you I woke up feeling my skin this morning. I woke up realizing I was NOT twenty five and burnt. I woke to being me sleeping on the sofa in blue lounge pants and green tank top. Feeling every bit of the forty one I am.
So I like reaching in and being able to express stories of those colorful people I met in my youth and really feeling them or even their families. It is a wonderful experience. Grand expression of respect and love.
Simple yet so complex are the dreams these days. I don't really ask for interpretation but the realness of the situation could be that of many these days. Here so much is inside of me that I am joyful the renewing of people from my past are here.
Silly perhaps but they were hidden so long in boxes. Tucked away so nicely as though to eliminate them from my life altogether. Yet somehow the low nights of sleep give the comfort enough to explore the past without finding a scared child hidden deep within.
Just strength. This is kindness for sure. Indeed the necessity to explore the dream and the story that goes with it. Always a good hope that if today, it does help someone else open their eyes then I am grateful. Because I am sure that in some countries this still is the way of life.
So the truths of those in my past are opened to those people in my present, I am grateful to have explained pieces of vivid life but through my eyes.
No intention of causing fake emotions. Believe me in my dreams I felt every part of the story. All the way down to the flaking of charred skin and taking my last breath. Or even being thankful that I knew I would one day see my family, people again.
Truth is that it feels as though I was really a part of that piece of life. So sure you can sit there and wonder if I am making all this up, certainly I would not fault you for thinking such. Yet I assure you I woke up feeling my skin this morning. I woke up realizing I was NOT twenty five and burnt. I woke to being me sleeping on the sofa in blue lounge pants and green tank top. Feeling every bit of the forty one I am.
So I like reaching in and being able to express stories of those colorful people I met in my youth and really feeling them or even their families. It is a wonderful experience. Grand expression of respect and love.
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