When I go up to my moms, Di and I always talk about dreams. She tells me about these dreams she has, where she is flying. When she was little she needed help. She would have to climb up a hill or jump from a cliff to start off, but these days, nearing 60- she lifts of the ground...and goes slicing through the air. Easy Breezy.
I have to admit. I am not as free maybe. Not able to let certain laws of gravity go. I'm just too logical, always have been. I have never had a flying dream.....
Until last night.
Lately, all I dream about is him. Last night I didn't, I needed help just like Di did when she was a little girl. I held on to a rope and a man in a small plane carried me up into the sky. It was bright and sunny and I was flying over fields...You have no idea how REAL this feels. It was one of the coolest feelings I have ever experienced. It was so amazing, I had no fear, I had no body,
I was light.
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