IN THE BREATH OF A DREAM

 

Sometimes it isn't worth the struggle. The challenge seems eternal and the battle never ends. Sometimes the brutal onslaught of meds and therapy, tests and possibilities, suppositions and probabilities seem absolutely futile.

Sometimes I'm so tired, so weary, so frustrated, so thoroughly disgusted that the uphill struggle becomes overwhelming. Sometimes the profound weight of the endless ordeal is too much to bear.

I am physically and mentally exhausted, to the point of collapse and surrender. There has to be a logical way to expunge the ongoing agony that I've endured for much too long.

Sleep.

Blessed sleep is the ultimate ploy of escape. A deep uninterrupted rest that will nourish and rejuvenate the body and soul as if in the breath of a dream.

I fall asleep 

and it is simple. 

Just like that.

When I wake I'm miraculously replenished, reactivated, reborn.

I feel young, handsome, healthy. Completely unburdened from former impairments and impure physical obstacles. I will walk! I'll walk freely again, as easily as if I were on the clouds.

My soul is pure and unblemished. Physical agony and mental trepidation has vanished. A newfound optimisim infiltrates my existence.

I'm in the safe nest of a familiar place, surrounded by gardens and forests and hills that seem to spill out into eternity with uncomparable beauty. Warm golden sunlight floods the windows, caresses the rooms,  soothes my sleeping cats.

And suddenly in this cradle of blessed peace I hear distant voices that come closer, becoming more distinct. Voices of all the people I knew over the yawning span of long ago decades. All the good people who graced and enhanced my life.

At first I'm rendered speechless from astonishment. When I finally find my voice, I cry out to them with tears of unrelenting joy.

I have so much to tell them, so very much to say! Mine has been an astonishing journey.

I connect again with all those echoes of the past and all the possibilities of an infinite future - - 

almost like the endless expanse of an unexplored dream.

Jon 💜

I often write for my selfish self, without realizing the impact it might have on others. My words  reveal possibilities between lines. I am an enigma unto myself......never expecting to be fully understood. I savor sympathy but never purposefully seek it. 

I'll hear your silent prayers.