I should tell this story more often: March 29, I awoke at about 1 a.m., in a very lucid dream. Someone, some deep inner voice, was saying to me, “You are about to meet a Self you never knew existed.” There was an urgent tangibility to the voice’s wisdom; it was a declaration of simplest truth. Acquiescing whole heartedly to this pre-dawn epiphany, I lay listening to the companionable stillness of my room, and fell back asleep.
I know now that was our last moment together, when – slipping out of her shell – she summoned one more, soft out-breath, to lift me up as well.
I love the brevity and the mystery. Proof that we are more connected than we realize.