Dream Weaver

It is truly moments like now that I wish I was an artist that could pick up charcoal and draw what is in my mind. Instead, I am an artist who picks up a pen and creates a vision for myself... and for you.

Sunday night: In bed by 10:30. My mind does pose a decent argument though. There are things to figure out, you see. And my mind feels it is MY job to figure all things, great and small out. It usually feels that the time to do so is just as my head hits my pillow.

Having said all that, Sunday was not a night of dreams remembered. It was more a night of "What dreams may come." Arguing with my brain, I would say to myself, "I'm NOT going to think about it right now." Then with much gusto, flip my body to my other side trying to induce comfort... enough to where my mind would surrender and just sleep. Finally, at 1:30 am, my mind and body had enough. Sleep began, but morning was right around the corner. I'm a "must have at least 7 hours of sleep in order to functin properly" kind of gal... which meant Monday was gonna be one for the books.

Monday turned out to be alright, but the drive home was torture!! I actually nodded off at one stop light. Pulled up in front of the house, unlock the door and I think I actually heard my bed calling to me. I don't remember much - until I woke up at 7:00 last night.

Last night as I napped, I dreamt about Papaw Powers for the first time since he passed back in November. For those who don't know me well, I've been a dreamer all my life. I remember very vivid dreams of angels and even demons since the time I was 5 years old. For the last month though, I have dreamt, at least every other night - but normally every night - of my mother or one of my grandparents that have gone on before me. Most would find the dreams that I've had to be disturbing or scary, but strangly, I find them incredibly comforting. I woke up with a sense of "home." A feeling I've longed for for months... and I find it.

Home truly is where the heart is. And my heart finds its way back home - to love, comfort... and surprisingly... to acceptance that I never found when my relatives were alive. I experience true unconditional love.

Sweet dreams to you all.