Lightening up my house: Dreams... and letting go
Had a dream last night where I was talking with one of my exes about his current life situation. The conversation was light, with the warmth of old friends. It was a very ordinary moment. When I woke I was struck by how, in that ordinary moment, I could see how we had let go of the heaviness that came to plague us in the end. The exchange was light-hearted, friendly. He was telling me that life was complicated but he was happy. I told him that I was happy for him. He deserves happiness in his life. Later, I would joke with someone else about my own complicated history of love. That conversation, too, was lighthearted, not bitter, sorrowful, or regretful. The end of the dream took place in the house of a woman who had just moved (maybe the whole dream took place in this house or her old one, and we were all helping her move, I can't remember) and her new house was bright, filled with sunlight, and the open windows invited a gentle summer breeze to sweep through the house. She had room in the house for everything, space to store stuff, and lots of help with the move. She was surrounded by friends and family. I woke from this dream feeling peaceful but thoughful, mulling over the pieces of it I could remember. So much of the dream faded as I woke, what I wrote above the only snippets not lost to the mist. I meant what I said in the dream, though, "I'm glad you are happy. Bon voyage, my friend. I wish you only the best."