Quiet, that’s all. Reading,
mostly, and deep in thought.
This morning, shortly after one
o’clock, I awakened from a dream. By the south road, I’d
returned on foot to my childhood home. I found my father spreading ashes in
the vineyard, one shovelful at a time. He looked at me and smiled. It
was his work now, and his alone.
Thank you for your notes.
10 comments:
this is for me a good signal and a warm dream for your heart
Hello Wiiliam:
Something to ponder.
Kind regards,
Mike
It never happens that I make eye contact with those who passed before me. If it ever does, I wonder if I'll wake up or just put the kettle on and stick around.
It's been pouring down rain. Thanks for the umbrella.
...all is well
Thank you, Laura. The dream is a little sad for me, but I’m grateful for it all the same.
Mike, thank you, too. I appreciate it.
Thanks for yours, Donna. The eyes have it. I think you’ll put the kettle on.
A strange dream..
But on the other hand a good one!!
A strange dream by a strange dreamer....
Thank you, Monika!
Just hi and enjoy your time! See you!
“Just hi” in return, Aleksandra, with thanks for the pleasure of your visit....
I came to your blog specifically because I had the thought "I haven't sensed William's presence in the Internet world lately."
And the first words I read are "I am well."
Thanks, Kevin. And those words still hold true, as well as the description of my “activities” in the first sentence of this note.
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