Last night yet again, I had a dream in which my mother paid me a odd visit. I awoke to find we had a power outage sometime during the night as I was fast asleep in bed. Once I awoke, I realized my husband should report the outage. As we headed back to bed, I realized my mother woke me. I know it seems odd to automatically believe that, but It's just a daughter thing.
I also realized, she doesn't want me to write about my life as her child, but she wants me to remember the good lessons, the smiles and the mothering that kept us connected. So, that has led me to stop jotting down all these actual memories and focus on the essence of it all. That will be somewhat harder to pile into actual words. From here the image I get is the entire Alphabet poured onto the floor, and me walking through just picking up giant letters - like one would pick tomatoes from a vine. This means I have to translate the feeling she left me or transmuted - rather than the actual
I also realized, she doesn't want me to write about my life as her child, but she wants me to remember the good lessons, the smiles and the mothering that kept us connected. So, that has led me to stop jotting down all these actual memories and focus on the essence of it all. That will be somewhat harder to pile into actual words. From here the image I get is the entire Alphabet poured onto the floor, and me walking through just picking up giant letters - like one would pick tomatoes from a vine. This means I have to translate the feeling she left me or transmuted - rather than the actual