Last week I watched Practical Magic and I think the story line of sisters with a special bond and special powers influenced a recent dream of mine that featured Mama.
In my dream, my sisters and I were working with Mama in a beautifully appointed and large sewing room doing alterations and making repairs to prom dresses and formal wear for girls that couldn't afford to spend $100 or more on a new gown for a dance. Girls were coming and going and we were talking and laughing and really enjoying our work and the company.
I knew in my dream how wonderful it was to have Mama's company, tho' it didn't seem odd that she was there or did I seem to have any realization that she was gone.
Someone remarked how well Mama looked and we all agreed that she was going so much better. In fact, she was glowing with good health and her smile warmed me to my toes and I could feel myself greedily soaking it in and savoring her company.
As we were working, I started coughing. A deep and productive cough of a really bad chest cold. A cough that rattled and was hard to quiet. I say productive as I was bringing up all sorts of corruption. My hankie was full and I was leaving the room to more discreetly empty my mouth, when Mama asked why I was coughing so badly. In my dream, I remembered suddenly that my sisters and I had taken on her disease and had decided that we would take turns battling it while she grew in strength and we conquered the infection with our younger and stronger lungs. I also knew that if I met her eyes, she would know what we had done and would forbid it. In my dream, I willed myself awake so she couldn't do that.
It really was a wonderful dream, sewing together, doing something she said she always wanted to do, start a closet of gowns for young ladies in need. The togetherness and the love I felt in my dreams really nourished my soul and brought a smile to my face all day.
Thank you for visiting my dreams, Mama!
This will be a wonderful day to remember your love and celebrate the family you created!
