I had an intense dream this morning of Sally, the member of my book group who died. She had died also in the dream, and yet she seemed so alive in the images and the meetings with her family members. They gave me a salt and pepper shaker in her memory, and gave each member of the book group a setting of silverware. I cried for her in the dream. I sobbed. I am realizing how much I miss her. I am also realizing it is probably the anniversary of her death. I was traveling in Europe when she died, and it was probably about three years ago. When my book group met here a week ago, I was very aware of her absence. I feel her here now, feel her presence so strongly. It is odd what life and dreams bring, and when, but somehow this seems like a Sally Day. My book group used to meet in Inverness at Wendy's. Perhaps that is part of it too.
I discovered a file this week that I had begun when I learned I would have surgery. It was called, "My Journey to Becoming a Community." It seems to be so, as I balance more and more awareness of how we all are one, and each one of you a piece of me. We all are needed to balance this ball we are.
A beautiful Friday, and joyful, enlivening, enriching weekend to All!!
Steve is in the air flying back from New York. I always feel a bit nervous when someone I love is in the air, even though I know it is safer than driving. In the movie Milarepa, a person who has studied can travel through time and space. In a way, flying on a plane seems like that to me. We step into a vehicle in one city, and step out in another. What a marvel we are!!
