Its sunny but chilly here in the Willamette Valley today. The kind of day that, after rising before the sun to cook for your family & get your child off to school, you want to curl up all cozy with a blanket & take a nap. So I did! It felt WONDERFUL. I dreamed about a fictional cottage behind my home, crowded with leftover possessions of prior occupants, perhaps travelers merely passing through. The furniture was well-worn & comfortable and all around, overflowing from shelves, were random piles of old bound books & paperbacks. The cupboards in the small kitchen were filled to bursting with bottles of spice & various mysterious unlabeled ingredients & an odd assortment of old mismatched dishes, pots & pans. Friends began to gather, some I hadnt previously met but seemed familiar & I was at ease. One friend was ravenously hungry & none of us could find anything that could quite satisfy her. So while she curled up on an old comfy sofa, I searched for oatmeal, cinnamon & honey, then scrubbed an an enormous cast iron pot to cook it in. As it cooked, others came & went. Someone brought strange vegetables Id never seen, which everyone declared were rare & delicious. I spontaneously took a bite, it was bitter & awful! My friends laughed & gently teased me good-naturedly--it wasnt supposed to be eaten raw. In high spirits they began to cook that as well, digging through the cupboards & improvising based on what they could find. My daughter sat on the floor entertaining a small rambunctious boy. A young Asian couple left their baby with us so they could be alone together, they smiled & waved as they walked away hand in hand toward the woods. I thought, But they dont even know us! And yet somehow they knew we would care well for their baby in their absence. I reached out & my friend passed him into my arms. I was awakened by the sound of the doorbell. A roofer had dropped by unexpectedly to give a bid. I mustve looked quite a sight, bleary-eyed, hair uncombed & wrapped in a Mexican blanket (I wasnt dressed yet). The dream evaporated & I was sad to have left the tiny overcrowded cottage, but the feeling has remained. I feel peaceful & content. I like to think of what dreams mean & perhaps its about YOU. All of you, some friends in real life, most of you strangers, yet we are connected, congregating in my metaphoric cluttered cottage. I am sharing my words, my thoughts, offering what I have. Im trusting you with this part of me, my life, stories of my children. It may not be what you need, but its what I have to give. And gratefully, I accept your words, your stories as well. They bring me strength, encouragement & hope. Kristi Sakai October 18, 2013
Posted on: Fri, 18 Oct 2013 21:08:27 +0000
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