I had a dream last night that Chris and I were moving into an enormous house on the ocean. It had a big swimming pool, and each room was marvelously decorated, though not to my personal taste. I had mixed feelings, in my dream, about moving to this house, which was so large I couldn't even find all the rooms. I have had similar dreams in the past, but last nights house was different. At the end of the dream, which came to me just in the moments before dawn, I had a very clear image of my mother. She was sitting down, wearing her favorite turquoise blue shirt. Her head was turned towards her right shoulder, looking at me. A meaningful glance. And then, in the way of dreams, poof! She was gone.
While I worked today, and thought about dreams and my mom, I also thought about my childhood.
If you were to ask me, I would tell you I had a happy youth.
In the above picture I was 8 years old. Crazy for animals, even then. Fast forward to today, when each morning begins with me up and out the front door before I am fully awake. My dogs follow me, and in a moment I am alive with the dawning day. The weather, the sun rise, the scent of the air, the very earth beneath my feet jars me into the joy of being.It is the most wonderful way to begin a day.