Just got back from the off-leash with Maxwell…eaten alive by skitters, but so happy to have been in the sunshine. I love it when my neck starts sprouting freckles…it’s summer! Whoot! Whoot! Stopped at the Co-Op and picked up Quinoa, Tofu and ‘stuff’ for daughter #2 to cook us up a vegetarian dinner. Going to head for the garden…so happy to see the asparagus coming up again this year and Mary’s strawberries are multiplying. Last week, when I turned the soil and added the sheep manure, I ached for a couple of days. I’m expecting the same good feeling this evening. Those kinds of I-haven’t-used-these-muscles-for-a-month feelings are so so good! The day is filled-to-the-brim with great stuff and summer-feelings, that’s for sure!
It was an interesting sleep…I woke up, fully aware of having had dreamtime. It’s been quite some time since I had that wonder-filled sort of sleep. Bits of images, at waking, so vibrant that for a time, I had to sort out the new reality of the day. I saw my mother in the dream, but more-particularly, I heard her voice. It came over a PA system in a huge school. I was in a classroom, separated from her by escalators, elevators, many desks and hallways…but, I heard her voice. I was in a wheel chair. The time on the clock was 2:35 exactly. I was supposed to meet her at 3: 15.
Her voice called out, “If Ms. Moors is in the building, this is her mother. You are late. I am afraid. Please come to the office immediately!” I set out, rolling, dealing with one huge obstacle at a time, frustrated and anxious that so many barracades were keeping me from telling my mother, “Mom, you are ok. You are early. We are not late. I am ok. I am trying to get to you.” I woke before getting to my mother…looking at the dark ceiling of my bedroom…feeling my dog’s hot breath on my face. Max staring down at me, I began to separate the story from the story.
While drinking my morning coffee, I called my father.