Connection
I had a vivid dream some months ago. And while most dreams ebb out into strange colours or are puzzles that we try to reassemble at breakfast time (sorry, long-suffering spouses!) this one was different in its simplicity. I saw a man in my dream. I knew this man from church - he passed away some years ago. In this dream, he appeared not as he was in middle-age before his death, but as someone I could clearly see. That is, I could see his soul. He was full of beauty and radiance - not in a tacky TV angel way - he was simply beautiful to look at and he was young. I wanted to be near him like a child wants to follow an older, adored cousin. In the morning my dream lingered because I could barely remember any direct interaction I had with this man during his life. He was half a generation older and moved in different circles. His mother who outlived him was a beloved aunt-like figure. She was dark-haired, dark-eyed, and short of statue. She never had a harsh word in her mouth when she bab
