One dream

In my dream I’m about 4 yrs.’ old and it’s raining. I’ve been at my grandparents’ which was always a protective environment and a jolly and blissful time. But, somehow I am now all alone going down the street, Swains Lane. 

It’s dark about 8 o’clock in the evening in winter time. It’s raining and the steep’s so slippery that I fell down on the street side. There I stayed lying down. The sky is clear in spite of the rain falling and I can see the stars. It’s overwhelming: the sky is so hefty over me; the street is so steep and slippery that I can’t stand up. 

I am alone, so I can’t get any help. Yet I must stand up. I have to: there’s a cab coming up the street. I see it approaching and as I look up to the sky and, again, I can't raise. The feeling goes on and on. If I don’t stand up and run I will be run over by that cab. So I must and yet I can’t. I am ….going… to…. Then I wake up. 

Recurring dream as I was recurrently ill with throat infections.

Like a Blessing

"The word kindness has a gentle sound that seems to echo the presence of compassionate goodness. When someone is kind to you, you feel understood and seen. 

There is no judgement or harsh perception directed toward you. 

Kindness has gracious eyes; it is not small-minded or competitive; it wants nothing back for itself. 

Kindness strikes a resonance with the depths of your own heart; it also suggests that your vulnerability, though somehow exposed, is not taken advantage of; rather, it has become an occasion for dignity and empathy. 

Kindness casts a different light, an evening light that has the depth of colour and patience to illuminate what is complex and rich in difference."

in 

John O'Donohue,To Bless the Space Between Us