Dreams melt

This weekend my dreams combined people from past parishes with my current parish, even as we were in Denver exploring possibilities for next year, and I celebrated year 59.  We are home now. The cat seems grateful.  I am grateful for another year of living, and looking forward to the coming year, even as I dream of  people and time and experiences melted together.  Maybe spring is finally here.  

Dreams melt

Pieces of history together

Like so many

Wax color crayons

Left in the sun.

People who have never met

Have rich engaging conversations

At night.

At night they even appear

Fast friends.

Dreams melt

Places and times together

Childhood trips to the beach

Take a single minute

End in mountain snow.

At night.

At night vacations

Meld the train trip to California

At age seven

With the time we rented a car

In our fifties.

Drove the hill country around L.A.

Me in the back seat

The GPS steering us in the wrong direction

For ice cream.

Dreams melt

Potentially disparate events

Together.

This weekend

We added Denver to the mix.

I wonder what night conversations

Will be included

By this crayon discovered

In the light of day.

Cancelled plans

I am the one you see with a paper appointment book.  No IPad.  A cell phone that is the least complicated one I can find.  There is satisfaction in paper, even though I write on the computer.  My longhand is pretty much illegible, even to me.  Still, there*s something about a paper appointment book.  It allows me to cross things out,,, in crayon.

I cancelled the plans

For today.

I still must learn

How to schedule space

For myself.

The workshop years ago

Encouraged writing

Appointments with myself

On the calendar

In ink,

Permanent marker,

Even crayon.

Anything but pencil.

Certainly

Nothing erasable.

I still must learn

To schedule space

For myself.

But still…

I cancelled the plans

For today,

Drew a curlicue line

Through them

In crayon.