Upon awakening, the most vivid of dreams can reduce you to tears.
As you recall, recollect, over and over, to be sure, to be sure you file away every single detail. Time sits still.
You awaken and acknowledge your spirituality, it was never really your thing, however in this moment you don’t question. For a time you contemplate the potential.
Your uncontrollable reaction is evidence of the impact, the depth of knowing, belief in something more than this world can neither confirm nor deny.
Your children think you’re laughing as you weep, uncontained as you verbalise the scene, recreating a moment so pure, so real it jars you for days to come.
Scared and stunned but strangely uplifted by an encounter you consider real, legitimate and targeted.
The moment plays out like a scene from a film, a clever film, well shot and efficient. There is no script, no dialogue. The intent of the scene is delivered in silence, the backstory acknowledged.
More than just a dream. T’was an early morning visit that carried enough warmth to elicit an uncontrolled emotional reaction. And so you question what you know to be true, to be real and acceptable.
It’s a nod to the future. Encouragement to continue on your path, an offer of strength. Things didn’t simply end in the end, rather things progressed into something new, a new way to exist together.