Tuesday, May 7, 2013

Mom

I had a dream last night.  During this dream, I spoke with my mother.

The discussion centered on weight, how she did not want me to see her thinned down from chemo, how she would have preferred that I saw her healthy and fleshy as I had in the past.

There was also some strange contraption set up to catch rainwater and add lemon juice.  In an attempt to feel a closer connection, I grabbed the container and attempted to pour the contents into my mouth.  I somehow missed and soaked my chest without tasting even a drop.  My mother appeared and demonstrated how to drink for me, as if I never knew how.  It seemed so obvious once she showed me how.  I wondered why I found it difficult in the first place.

Perhaps this yoga fascination, both as teacher and student, has a tie to my lost mother, the mother I haven't been able to speak to for almost 20 years now.  Perhaps the learning and sharing and the exploration of new without leaving the room is exactly what that mother to child connection meant to me back when it was accessible to me.

I'm not terribly sure, as with all dreams, they tend to ask more questions than they answer.

Happy Mother's Day to everyone:  moms, dads, sons, daughters.

3 comments:

  1. I think it's great that she's still on your mind enough to be in your dreams 20 years after you lost her.

    Since we're too lazy to email, I would like to request that you start blogging regularly again, please. Thank you.

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    1. Speaking of blogging regularly, what's up with you?

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  2. I wish I had mom dreams more. I've only had 2 since my mom died. This gives me hope that maybe they will come later. I hope so!

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