It's been a while since I've posted. Life has been hectic. Last weekend was filled with friends and family and alot of fun. The work week has been crazy busy and long. Busy is a good thing, but that means little home time and only energy to veggie and snuggle the kitties. Thankfully, I'm upon the weekend once again.
Something wonderful did happen this week. I dreamt of Chuck. While this is quite possibly a nightly, non-news worthy occurrence I only remember a handful of dreams each year. And most he is in the subject matter, but doesn't appear. Early tuesday morning I dreamt about coming home from a long trip. As the train was pulling into the station, I watched him excitedly pacing the platform in anticipation of seeing me. The push of the crowds kept us separated throughout moving through the station. Figuring we'd meet up at home, I suddenly was in my childhood living room and he was not. Some moments of sadness passed and the doorbell rang. As I opened the door a rush of friends and family crowded the doorway. And there he was on the porch corner radiant, smiling and lovingly waiting his turn to greet me. A flood of love, joy, relief and peace washed over me. Then I awoke.
Content wise it's not that exciting of a dream. But the remembrance of how Chuck moved in the world, healthy and whole; and how he looked at me as my lover, partner and friend was much needed medicine to my soul. Even throughout this frantic week it grounded me like I've not been in a long time.
The memory of being loved echos on.
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