When the light comes
Into each day
When
I can see the trees caressed by this time just before true sun
Now
When I can hear my own thoughts –
Grateful
Kind
Gentle
For this time
I can love this life
& I do
My dad and I are having lunch in a bar/restaurant – sort of looks like a country club in Florida (big, sunny windows – a simple place). It’s a glorious time – him and me in a place we love.
The waiter brings a drink for dad, explaining that it came from a friend of his sitting at the bar. Dad gets up, walks over to greet his friend, shakes hands with him, has a good laugh, turns to come back over to our table. There’s a small step down. He steps down. Begins to fall. I think, “oh no, he’s falling…not again,” something to that effect. He falls. Then disintegrates – poof! He’s gone.
I wake up.
All is as it should be, I know. All love
A million thanks
For the touch of the sun – bright, shiny
Warmth
And the sight of a clear blue sky
Mountains and trees
Water, fishes, gentleness
Our gardens, the breeze
Bird song
Flight
All of nature
Always
Steadfast strength of the Self
Home
Glorious friends
Beautiful family – we are all one
Kind thought. Kind deed.
In health and awe
Treasure
Of this time