Due To Disinterested Public Demand

    Exactly after two weeks since I announced it would be my last blog, in Friendster blog that is, I am taking back what I said because of, you guess it, two people.  My then-decision was based on my lame reaction of reaching the point that I was at my most vulnerable and closing-off would be the better, if not the best option at the time. 

    One of those two is a former colleague, the other a stranger; my friend brought this 'stranger' along.  I felt the hunch to meeting this friend of mine after a lengthy phone conversation, catching up on each other of sorts.  On the day of our meeting, I had a dream that just wouldn't go away.  This is one of my weirdest dreams I knew I was bent on searching for clues, or answer to the clues (however you may look at it).  The significance of this dream in my life and the seeming connection of my meeting my friend and her friend became real to me. 

     A book of poems was handed to me by my friend's friend, written by her.  I opened the book randomly and there it was, a poem called "Decline/Ascent." Now, that was a direct answer to my dream.  I felt joyous, didn't know a dream and a little poem could empower me so much as this.  Have lots of work to do.

P.S.  For those people wanting to know what my dream was, just ask me.  I'll tell you.

Comments

[Elaine]

what's that dream?