The Gratitude Project - September 9 -10

Gratitudes seem to come in pairs of days,
like the night's sweet dreams that bridge yesterday and today.
Ah, dreams, vivid and joyful,
reminding me that the past may be gone
but it is not forgotten.

It was a lucid dream, all inconsistencies noted,
discussed and accepted.
Would reality have changed if someone had dissented?

It was 1986,
the house, the van, the haircut and clothing all said so.
Yet Amber who was not born yet was there,
and so was an online friend whom I 'met' in 2001.

The fabric of dreams is loosely woven,
sometimes by committee,
and it is not bound by mortal laws.

For this I am deeply grateful.

Astral Plumbing Service

I remember writing about the death of my plumber a few years ago. I found myself talking to his spirit today, about a small and mysterious leak behind my bathroom wall.

His death still troubles me, after all this time. Perhaps he is still troubled by it. May he find peace in knowing that I still think of him when things spring a leak. He was a damn fine plumber.