Tuesday, February 7, 2012

I am well


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:

nouvelles couleurs - vienna atelier said...

this is for me a good signal and a warm dream for your heart

Stranger in a Strange Land said...

Hello Wiiliam:

Something to ponder.

Kind regards,
Mike

Stream Source said...

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

William Michaelian said...

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.

Bitch said...

A strange dream..
But on the other hand a good one!!

William Michaelian said...

A strange dream by a strange dreamer....

Thank you, Monika!

Aleks said...

Just hi and enjoy your time! See you!

William Michaelian said...

“Just hi” in return, Aleksandra, with thanks for the pleasure of your visit....

-K- said...

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."

William Michaelian said...

Thanks, Kevin. And those words still hold true, as well as the description of my “activities” in the first sentence of this note.