Prison of Pain, Prison of Fear
I sit.
I sit here.
I sit here at my computer clicking the refresh icon over and over.
I can’t help it.
I feel like I’m sitting on pins and needles.
The other night I had a dream that was a bit odd. An old friend and I were in a jail cell. We were waiting for something; I’m not sure what. Before my conscious brain could catch up to the abnormal fact that a man and woman were in a jail cell together and wake me up, my friend and I got up to walk out of the cell. It was unlocked. We wandered in and out of the jail cell and back and forth from the guards’ desk. When I woke up, I discovered this dream was easy to interpret. I feel somehow that my friend and I are locked into a prison of our own making. Similar situations that we are free to leave any time we choose.
I have a story for you. I know a woman who I believe is truly enlightened. Through all of the bad things in her life, physical and emotional struggles, she has come out strong and beautiful. This is a woman who will LITERALLY give someone the coat from her back. Involved in so many alternative and arty communities here in Colorado and in other states, she is giving, loving, powerful, creative and spiritual. Her writing and philosophies always leave me feeling wonder and awe and I learn something new from her each time we talk. She is constantly and consistently amazing.
In January of this year she was able to marry her soul mate. If anyone deserves to find and be with her true love, it is this woman. In June of this year she and her husband found out they were expecting. The excitement of a beautiful baby to enrich their lives, to love and cherish. Last week they found out the baby’s gender and decided on a wonderful name that has meaning to many.
On November 18th, 2010 the woman and her husband were in a car accident. There will not be a new baby. The husband is sitting in his hospital bed, grieving and afraid. He does not know if she will live or die. None of us, her friends and family, know if she will survive.
We sit.
We sit here.
We sit here waiting to find out if we are going to lose this light in our lives.
I feel like I’m back in the prison of my dream. I want to leave, but I see fear and pain waiting just outside the doors. They are lurking close, just waiting for me. I cannot escape until I know. None of us can.
Please, dear, sweet lady, please, please be ok. We’ll be here for you when you wake up. Just please wake up.
I sit here.
I sit here at my computer clicking the refresh icon over and over.
I can’t help it.
I feel like I’m sitting on pins and needles.
The other night I had a dream that was a bit odd. An old friend and I were in a jail cell. We were waiting for something; I’m not sure what. Before my conscious brain could catch up to the abnormal fact that a man and woman were in a jail cell together and wake me up, my friend and I got up to walk out of the cell. It was unlocked. We wandered in and out of the jail cell and back and forth from the guards’ desk. When I woke up, I discovered this dream was easy to interpret. I feel somehow that my friend and I are locked into a prison of our own making. Similar situations that we are free to leave any time we choose.
I have a story for you. I know a woman who I believe is truly enlightened. Through all of the bad things in her life, physical and emotional struggles, she has come out strong and beautiful. This is a woman who will LITERALLY give someone the coat from her back. Involved in so many alternative and arty communities here in Colorado and in other states, she is giving, loving, powerful, creative and spiritual. Her writing and philosophies always leave me feeling wonder and awe and I learn something new from her each time we talk. She is constantly and consistently amazing.
In January of this year she was able to marry her soul mate. If anyone deserves to find and be with her true love, it is this woman. In June of this year she and her husband found out they were expecting. The excitement of a beautiful baby to enrich their lives, to love and cherish. Last week they found out the baby’s gender and decided on a wonderful name that has meaning to many.
On November 18th, 2010 the woman and her husband were in a car accident. There will not be a new baby. The husband is sitting in his hospital bed, grieving and afraid. He does not know if she will live or die. None of us, her friends and family, know if she will survive.
We sit.
We sit here.
We sit here waiting to find out if we are going to lose this light in our lives.
I feel like I’m back in the prison of my dream. I want to leave, but I see fear and pain waiting just outside the doors. They are lurking close, just waiting for me. I cannot escape until I know. None of us can.
Please, dear, sweet lady, please, please be ok. We’ll be here for you when you wake up. Just please wake up.