Morning, all.    The day has dawned gray and wet, but the air is fresh, clean, and not too cool, so I'm going to go for a walk in just a little bit in the hopes that it will help my body loosen up.  I've been home for three days, but for some reason, my body isn't recovering from its recent high-impact workout in BC, so I'm trying to find ways to get its natural healing processes to kick in.

I've been having some really vivid dreams about Gram since I got home.  In all of them, she is healthy and vibrant, and she's trying to tell me something I need to know. But, I can't hear what she's saying - it's like watching something on TV with the sound turned off, and the volume button is missing - and I'm getting frustrated with my inability to hear her.  I have to figure out how to turn on the volume...

Which brings me to the subject of psychic communication through dreams. Now, you may not believe in this kind of thing, but I do - mainly because it's happened to me more than once.  I've spoken with my grandmother more than once since she left this life in 1978, and I've spoken with my dad several times since he left this life in 1995. And last summer, when I was so ill, both of them came and talked with me; I'd left my body more than once, and each time, they both came to talk to me and to explain why I couldn't stay with them. I've never talked about what I experienced during my illness, have I...

Anyway, this whole experience with caring for Gram and now, dreaming of her, has really got me thinking about my life, and what I've done with it. For most of it, I haven't really felt like I've accomplished anything real and lasting. But since Gram started visiting me, I've been feeling differently, and I think that's a good thing.  Now, if I could just shake the feeling of running out of time, I think I'd be right as rain...

I had a specific direction in mind for today's post, but I lost it, so I'm going to sign off for now.  Have a great day, everyone, and thanks so much for dropping in. You know I love to see you.