It is, as I was recently reminded, now 14 years since it happened. It’s been 4 years since I finally wrote about it. But still, to me, Easter Miracles abound, in so many ways, in so many years – but the lesson I learned long ago, that I had forgotten this past year, was ‘remembered’ once more
Last week, at some point (last week is rather blurry with the long days and unexpecteds that arrived…) I awoke to a feeling of dread –
And perused the morning’s dream data bank to ask why such a thing had happened.
I dreamed of being in a white hall, with marble floor, and a statue in a foyer – but I can’t see the statue. I’m curious, but because I’m a stranger, here, don’t feel I have the right to lift the purple cloth covering it to see what it is….
And I awake with dread, a heart gripped with fear and yet, a tiny, stubborn, determination to see it through.
No kidding, it took the jarring of the computer calendar displayed date, to remind me – yesterday – where I was 10 years ago, at Easter time. And just why the old memory had triggered such a strong response…
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