Layers of stress and grief have wracked me for weeks but I was tired enough to fall into an encompassing slumber, so I dreamed.
this was my dream:
I moved around a grey landscape where the sky was the same colour as the treeless ground. Nazi Germany, the colour of mud was all around me and there were beings. I describe them that way because the word people implies function and life and these were lacking. These beings had endured brutality, starvation and incarceration. Maybe though, the worst torture was the way their identities had been stripped. Piece by piece their belongings were taken from them and loved ones were separated until they were aimless bodies. As I navigated my way through this endless land I discovered faces and in those faces I felt each individual heart, I discovered spirit where at first there appeared to be none. I saw them with my own soul and our voiceless dialogue was richer than any verbal I have encountered.
It is the heart of a man where his secret desires lie and where an identity can be safely held. As I became acquainted with each heart and each face I realized that they had a small treasure held close. It was all they had left of their former lives, a tiny token. I can't quite remember if I knew what their treasures were but I know I got to work devising a safety plan one by one. It was not a smooth ride, we cried and hugged..... they were legions upon legions and I wanted to give each of them my love and attention. Their treasure's safety became my one goal. I went and collected boxes and suitcases. I built tiny compartments and locking cabinets and carefully helped the beings place their treasures in safety.