13 September 2015

Last day of ghost month

The past two, three weeks have just been busy... Too busy to sleep much, to write much, to reflect much. A new term starting, preparations for a three day conference that ran into late last night, not to mention my regular job of editing. And somehow I squeezed time in last weekend to help a cousin move into and register for uni...

I went to bed exhausted last night, and for the first time in weeks did not set the alarm. But the fire alarm suddenly woke me up , making me run to shut it off (there was no smoke, let alone fire...)

I fell asleep and saw mum... we were taking a train somewhere in the Netherlands. It was so vivid, so clear. I was on the train with her, and we somehow ended up at the airport Schiphol. She went in with me, and it became clear at one point I was the one leaving. She was staying. We came across a chocolaterie, and I recommended that she buy some chocolates.. but as I was the one leaving, only I could buy it (this was inside the duty free area... I don't know how she was there, as she was not travelling). She was next to me... I could see her face, full of smiles, just as I remember her...

I woke up , and was close to clears.

I have not seen her or dreamt of her (or dad) for some time.
I do think of them, and dreams like this remind me how much I am missing them still.

Life continues, day after day, year after year... where am I going? What am I doing?
Just living, going about my life, at times without much thought or reflection.

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