Hands on hip the angel stared at me, ‘Yeah you heard right what did you do with the pieces you got ? The moments given to you. Nothing arrived in one whole package did it ? So. What did you do ?”
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The dream ended like it had begun flat and suddenly not there. I was relieved it was only a dream but the feeling stayed with me longer than I wished it to hang around.
Nothing arrived in one whole neat package; they were all pieces of Time, divided in 60 minutes and seconds. Bits of days and nights, dawns and dusks. What mattered is how I sealed it, for myself ,for the people it brought with it.
What on earth are dreams ? Who are we but solo creatures, inhabiting an earth we must share with people known and unknown. Family and friends. As we get older we move from youthful days to longer edged spaces. Edges blur or sharpen. It is easier to forgive, easier to move away from what is not important. Move to where we need to be.
Rivalries change, I change. Faces change, furniture and wardrobe may not matter as much; one looks deeper, firmer, might walk taller. We are more proud of family and nation than before. The murmur and mutter gives way to a little more gentleness Maybe. Maybe not. I’m asking. Some things can get tougher to live with.
Not all, but some fences can get higher. Wisdom and values get high chairs or chappals ; will go an extra mile, on foot, keep the change, take my car, oh sure.
Join in for a meal. Yes I’m having a bad hair day, so what? Big smile.
Is how we try to make the pieces one whole. Carin and her lupus disease on a bicycle at the market place and you wouldn’t dream she had any ailment. Gopi with the very sick child. Mausami and Maji, war orphans. Making sense of little pieces, returning them sealed, whole. When they are gone, they leave behind more than memories, there is that fragrance of a tree that broke earth, branched, grew leaf and bark and bud, and bloomed. The flower fell, another little one took earth, broke it bloomed again.
Now why did I get that dream – what’m not doing okay with all the pieces hey what pieces ? I thought life was meant to give it to you. You prayed, you asked like a good person, so good vibes and karma got you a good deal. You make an offering you got blest. You do good and baby good comes marching right back at you.
No ?
Wh- uh ….?
Make one whole good thing come alive today. Begin with you….
(HEY WHO JUST SAID THAT??!)
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