I dreamed last night that I found my mom, after hours of looking.  She was in a sacred place, spiritual and in some way Buddhist - but right near my parents’ house.  She was feeble and still a little sick.  I told her how relieved I was to have found her and told her everything that has been happening with my brother (with whom she was largely preoccupied in life).  She wasn’t at home with us because she was getting close to God.  She was peaceful and waiting for something golden and beautiful to arrive - she was already feeling it inside.  I asked her how she knew she was close to God and she replied that she could feel him.  That was good enough for me.  And I left her in peace, feeling how lucky I was to have gotten to see her, to have found her even though she was all along, right next door.

Tagged: marya on Wednesday, April 1, 2009 ·