I have a box of things that are important to me. It’s not something I can physically move from place to place but I take it with me wherever I go. I call it my box of cherished things.
One thing I cherished, though you won’t find it in the box, is my home. It’s a different kind of attachment. I love the space – the location. I especially enjoy the views from the windows.
But not long ago – in the middle of the night – I realized we had to move. The new place was only a fraction of the size of my home – but some things must be done so we got on it right away. Two guys appeared out of nowhere and began moving things. One of them I recognized, the other I did not. They made great progress getting everything out of the home quickly. Problem was – we had way too much stuff to cram inside a small apartment and there were these two over-sized stuff animals that belonged to my daughter – a giraffe and a lion. They were so tall you could practically walk in between their legs without touching their bodies. I told the movers to get rid of the lion to help save space – and they did. During the move my daughter showed up – like the two movers – out of nowhere. I broke the news that we had to throw away the lion but from the sound of her voice I could tell she was not happy about it. The last thing I wanted to do was upset her so I immediately looked at one of the movers and he read my mind – the lion reappeared!
As we moved into the apartment I noticed some things were down right filthy. I told my daughter to be careful because things needed to be cleaned. She said something and then began wiping down a table. There were other problems too – no bulbs in the light fixtures – one toilet was nasty and there were no curtains. In fact – there was only one view from one window. It was in my daughter’s room – and looking through it put me practically inside the apartment next door. I think two ladies were living in that unit and one of them told me we would like it there.
So many things – or should I say – thoughts – happened in this brief moment of time. Like dreams do – they go through your mind in an instant. Some of my dreams I remember – some I don’t – but I’m glad I remembered this one. It provided one of those rare visits from my daughter. She’s been gone for five years and in the first few visits I only saw her smiling face. But now in my dreams I also hear her voice.
These dreams are just that – dreams – I don’t analyze them. I just enjoy them for what they are. They don’t happen often – so it’s gonna be a while before she returns. So for now I’m tucking this one away in my box of cherished things.