I dreamed of a friend the other night.
He was desperately trying to write his own name.
He tried many combinations of letters and pens and different sheets of paper.
His anxiety was palpable and I sat with him silently and just felt it because there was nothing I could do to help.
Such as it goes in life….. sometimes the simplest and most familiar of orders are impossible.
We have to sit by and watch and feel yet have no way of solving our beloved’s conundrum.
That night, with the dream, I realized there really was nothing I could do anymore for this particular friend.
He decided that it was time to spell his name a different way, a way that I couldn’t recognize.
And so, now, I have the task ahead of unravelling my heart from all of the joy it had wrapped around.
I somehow need to convince my self that my forever dream has been cut short.