He had run into my arms this morning, his arms outstretched. For the first time ever .. overjoyed to see me. Me!
I gave Max a piggyback through the park, his gangly pre-teen legs bouncing away. Mischka was let off the lead to run as far and wide as she could.
Last night I dreamt Big again. Tribal elders had come to our house, to sit at an ornate table. They then cleansed and smudged every room, with tinkling bells and sweet smoke. All the cancers wake was gone.
I woke up with the same feeling I get when I look into this blue:
Awwww sounds like a beautiful day! Your dreams are AMAZING! Sometimes the amazing isn't good, but this time it was just what you needed! You ARE healing! Look at you go! I'm so very proud of the progress you are making within yourself. Truly, I am. You are a beautiful woman, inside and out.
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Doesn't sound like minutiae to me. Sounds like the fabric of the universe being healed after having been torn apart. And I could not fucking possibly be happier for you, dear one.
ReplyDeleteSounds like a great day. Those are some seriously gorgeous blue eyes!! :-)
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Cool. Very cool.
ReplyDeleteThe minutiae can make or break life, sometimes. I'm glad your small experiences are translating into joy.
ReplyDeleteThat is the kind of dream to have. That is the kind of day to have.
ReplyDeleteGorgeous day, gorgeous family - gorgeous healing. Loving this. xx
ReplyDeleteOm! Those dreams are always refreshing!
ReplyDeleteOoh, send that dream my way to burn herbs all over our flat and chase away the blues. That photo of the foot and the spring flowers is gorgeous.
ReplyDeleteThe little things are the best, aren't they. I forgot that one of the reasons I liked you when I first found your blog was that we had similar dogs. We had a shitty incident with ours last week, still pretty broken up about it.
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