should-ought-interlocutor

In dreams we are able to enter a state of balance between what is and what we think should be. The metaphor is somewhat inappropriate; it is more like balancing a check book. When an imbalance is discovered one should find the source of error. Either arithmetic or excess spending in futile endeavors; resources cast away.

And one’s life is, in health or otherwise, our greatest wealth.

When I was a child I sought/thought and did childish things; with gratitude to St. Paul’s letters to the Corinthians. My childhood now, at near seventy-thee, is ending by the dream from which I have just emerged. Indicative of what we all have and hold dear: the will to live.

To have a friend, one must befriend themselves, then the Great Friend emerges, and truth is possible. Nothing is exclusive if you begin to sense this in others independent of gender, race or creed.

M once said: “you can heal.” As uncertain now as I was then: bewildered. Years later I asked if she said this to/of others? “Yes.” More uncertain now then ever before I think I may have misunderstood; initially hearing “heal others/heal thyself.” My quibble is, now, as irrelevant as any sense of jealousy regarding her relationship with others. She is a wise, wonderful and gifted healer; generous beyond the limits of my understanding: and contagious at that. No one is perfect. Yet in our friendship perfection for us is now. Perhaps I misspeak in the sense that I cannot speak for her experience; only mine.

Truth will set you free. Your truth interests me more than mine; in life or death. This cosmology is ours to inhabit.

I sense that your truth can be found many ways: in meditation, prayer, creative activities—and here I’m thinking of dance . . . myself lurching about laughing for example: alone.

- Dick Eastman

“Prayer reaches out in love to a dying world and says, "I care."”

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I think myself a scrivener annotating personal events to perchance share for another who like me lived in fear forever. Sensing, within the last 24 having lived more than all the seconds, minutes, hours before. And still. Nothing whatsoever is lost in eternity. Yes I have ‘lost ‘ a great deal and know others having lost more.

Today, bereft of M, I ate lunch alone. She is well I trust, living, and there will be more moments within the ocean of her emerald green eyes. Sometimes still in gaze, others dancing in delight or mirth. But for now I am alone, as I was a lunch, listening to an elder explain God and Holy Days to a youngster, wondering how can I name the friend who visits my dreams and days? The interlocutor.

Find your own and be well,

forever more.

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