She held me to her, and spoke words in my ears.
When I got home at 4am, I saw West Yorkshire in my dreams. These images:
There were no people in the dream. Just a piece of music. Which played in its entirety from start to finish, as if carried by the wind:
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I had another dream. An aunt, whom I haven't had been able to connect with for a long time invited me in to her home: I was happy at some news she had, and she was happy to see me: she had a plate of fruit: green grapes, sliced oranges, and I think strawberries.
The fruit tasted sharp and sweet and wet.
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Today, at a picnic brunch, eating home made waffles with berries and maple syrup, sitting on the grass at the top of the cliff, looking out at the Ocean, I asked L if he dreamt last night after being blessed by the Saint.
He told me in his dream he saw the world in the form of vibrating light and energy waves and felt himself as a body of light.
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In my dream I saw the town I lived in with the man I had married, 8 years ago, six thousand miles away. The last time I was there it broke my heart to leave.
And I shared fruit with an aunt it's often broken my heart to be far from.
Two events that broke my heart that flash up on the screen of my dreams on the night of a blessing from a saint.
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More healing.
Still more healing.
I wonder what I have to do. I wonder what I am being shown.
I wonder why I dreamt what I dreamt.
Was it release or was it a sign of more work to do.
How much more work do I have to do be healed?
The only thing that has come and settled on me, first as a gentle melody in the back of my mind, then a hum on my lips and then finally I found myself singing the words out loud:
Healing, I think today, is gentle, delicate and ongoing and is happening in different known and unknown, seen and unseen, dimensions of our minds and therefore the universe - throughout time and space.
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