Best Waking Dream of the Week(end)
It was a perfect day. The breeze was steady, bringing up whitecaps on the water, and the sun shone through it revealing all the shades of color in the sea. Breakers of pale glass-green gave way to aqua where the water deepened, interspersed with the heaving browns of kelp beds. The tendrils lifted and swayed in the surf, playing with the eye by sometimes appearing as weaving fronds, sometimes as the bobbing heads of seals lazing in the sun-warmed water.
After a long drive up the coast and lunch in Timber Cove, we got back into the car and headed home. I felt sated and relaxed, happy, at ease. Thinking of a perfect day tossed up like a jewel from the sea, I said, “Life is good.”
He said, “And it’s going to get better now,” with a finality that made me turn my head. I felt all the levels at which I needed to believe that was true. A parade of responses floated across my mind’s eye: denial jokes, teasing banter, changes of subject. I let them all go by, and finally said, “I have that on tape,” as though daring him to take back those words.
Without glancing from the road, and in a quiet, deep voice, he simply replied, “Good.”
This is my Lammas harvest. Old stories are wiped clean from the slate like prayers sent off into the ether, while the answers to our dream questions slowly emerge, taking shape in the flesh, on the page, bursting through the soil of night and into the waking world.
August 4th, 2008 at 11:58 am
All my love. Happiness is indeed possible. And right there. Right there.
August 4th, 2008 at 12:10 pm
Beautiful.
August 4th, 2008 at 11:57 pm
i am so for it.
you are having one of those years where every turn of the wheel is written in capital letters.
may from this lammas on it just get better and better.
yes.
August 5th, 2008 at 8:55 am
ahh! Wonderful.