Saturday, September 25, 2010
Dream in Two Parts
I am holding my old dog, Che; my arms wrapped around his large, furry dog-self. I am crying, so happy, amazed to be hugging him again, so happy to feel his physical body and to smell his fur.
The fish pond has flooded. Water is everywhere, all over the driveway, flowing out into the street. The water is very clear and I am tracking the fish, our fish. They are swimming away, but come back, like dogs, when I call to them.