My twelve-year-old granddaughter has been busy setting the stage, especially her desk, for school to start. We receive face-time calls from her almost every day with a running commentary on the welfare of her two dogs, one illusive cat, and her new favorite pet, a gecko! We savor these phone calls and hope they never end, but who am I kidding?! Teenage years are right around the corner. But I digress!
I learned a new word this week, apophenia, “seeing meaningful patterns in randomness (Webster).”
Summer with all its vacations and visitors passing through is ending. Our thoughts are transitioning to Fall, even though the thermometer says otherwise!
I received the kindest note from a dear friend. She remembered that my sister Chris’ first anniversary of her passing was fast approaching. I want to share her form of remembrance and condolence with you.
I see you and I validate you!
Don’t you just love that pocket of time before waking up but still remembering a sweet dreams? I stay in bed a few minutes longer hugged by fond memories pictured in my dream. In dreams. all my senses are more than awake, turned up like a dial on a stove, stereo, or thermostat.