Dreaming 11.18.03
It’s a little terrifying when you dream of someone you love in the hospital.
Especially when you’ve had recent experiences of such events in your life and they are still fresh in mind. The sound of quick paced nurses in scrubs as they rustle down the hall when you have your eyes closed and your hands clasped in tight in prayer, is something that seems tautly intimate and almost debilitatingly evocative.
My heart’s been feeling a little desperate for that reminder that everything, yes everything is still ok. And it is. It really is.
Waking up and touching base with those I love today, was a kindness that I don’t take for granted.
