Advent is for dreaming

It seems this is a time of preparation... for something.  My person -- body and soul and mind --working on church time, flips into Advent musings.  I am standing next to the ocean, preparing to dive, without even knowing the particulars of scuba gear, without having received any training.  My dad is there, even though I don*t recall seeing him since he died in 1996, just before Christmas.  I was not surprised to see him.  Yep.  Preparation... for something.

Dreaming

I signed up for

A scuba dive,

A race of sorts,

Underwater.

I paid my money,

Drove with the instructor

To the site.

On the way

I told him I might not

Be ready yet.

Next to the ocean

I found my father.

He stood on the edge

Of the crowd

As he did

When he was alive.

Why should it be different now?

My beloved and daughter

Arrived in a different car.

They were all there

To watch me dive

And perhaps to see me

Come out the other side.