dreams. . .

She had dreams of an earthquake in Massachusetts---she tried to get under her childhood bed for safety, but couldn't fit.


Later, another dream about eating blueberries and strawberries, and her younger brother. . . he was a child in the dream. She hugged him.

choices

She forgot something that happened.... a lapse in memory (she forgot to mention.) It's never happened to her, at least as far as she knows. She ate a bagel, went to sleep, and woke up in a different prefecture with no recollection of what happened in between. It was after the cherry blossom party where someone was playing a flute used in o-kagura. It was something out of a dream. . . a very beautiful dream.
She saw him out of the corner of her eye, fully knowing it was him, and she had no idea how to react. Actually just to be a few feet from him was pure bliss, and she looked up at the cherry blossoms and said nothing. He thought that she didn't remember him (or maybe he knew that she did and was just pretending), and called her name, hugging her. It was all so surreal.


How surreal are our lives, truly?


In the past few weeks, fate has been king in her life.


But how to handle her feelings about the other? She never thought life would come to this.

in transition

She sits once more type type typing in the room that's become so comfortable so familiar to her. Things, memories lying around in cardboard boxes in the room. Going back to the place where she started was maybe a strange choice, but once that seemed to be written in the stars. The work here is done.

Westward Ho!