My pillow case was soaked, and tears were fresh upon my face. The morning started with a hush silence, an emptiness, a longing… a surrender to that which is blocked inside of me. Sadness.
I wiped my tears, sat at the edge of the bed, took off the pillow case, while I sat with the sadness of my dream. I imagined it sitting there by my side. I felt my dad's hand.
The flood gate opened wide. The dream burst into reality.
Little by little time heals the wounded heart. Little by little and with great joy, the images of my father are no longer the haunting ones from the hospital.
After a few minutes (that seem to express a lifetime), the sadness got up, opened the window and flew towards the sun.
I hope your day unfolds with deep wonderful feelings, with awareness, with an open window to fly towards the sun. May the day give you an avenue to express yourself freely.


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