In fairy tales and dreams we bestow things with life! The most delicate flower and the most grizzled bear take on a contentment or a sorrow that mirrors our own. We cry and laugh with them, as we see ourselves.

I love this spot, just here, where the meadow gives way to the forest. On a hot summer day it offers the respite of cool shade. In the midst of rain it promises shelter. In moments of despair it is safe to let go of my tears. And, in times of sheer joy…I dance as the faeries do…unseen, unbidden, and all the more brilliant for it…

See the timbers lining either side of the path drawing you forward. They have been waiting in that same spot for a long time now. At least three seasons have come and gone. I don’t recall the first day they came to be here. But I do remember wondering why. I decided they were probably meant for the pier, some freshening up.

Winter covered them in a pristine blanket of snow. Spring burst forth with flowers in every hue darting up between them. Summer days are still upon us, dusty and hot and buzzing with dragonflies. The timbers wait. The pier waits. And so, of course my thoughts turn to waiting.

How much of our life do we spend in waiting…all of it, really. I imagine there are a few dear souls that embrace the now so completely that they are exempt from the waiting that fills my days and nights. I have much to learn from them.

As I think again of the timbers, I giggle. To write that they are waiting somehow gives them character and personality. How often do we do that as well, imbue life and voice to things that cannot speak for themselves. Don’t get me started on Toy Story 3! I will absolutely not go there!

When I was a very little girl I had a beloved Raggedy Ann doll. She had shiny black eyes under triangle lashes and hidden beneath her calico dress was a red heart in just the right place that declared…I love you… I never went to sleep without her tucked securely into the crook of my arm, hugged tightly against me.

I imagined that she waited for me as well. When I was away she rested on my pillow ready to greet me with a smile upon my return. I always did return. I loved her so long and so hard that her face began to wear away. I can still see the blue threads underneath. I grew afraid to hold her…that my love would cause her harm…

My dear Mimi came to the rescue with a gentle and skilled hand. The waiting was awful! But soon enough Raggedy and I were back to our nightly snuggles.

Ellie and Jack, Bo and Dobby watch my every move with eager anticipation. Keys mean that I’m leaving them behind. A resigned sadness seems to descend on them that makes me want to stay. Whereas, phone in my back pocket and earbuds nearly drives them through the roof with excitement! Shoes tied…check. Bag of bread…check. Little white rectangle box…aka phone…check. Long white chord attached to ears…we don’t really get it but…it’s something she seems to like…so…check! Aargh! We’re going walking! Right this second! Jaw in paw waiting…all worth it!

A few weeks ago I dreamed of a time and a place spent in a brilliant pause before what would come next. I was taken ahead not left behind. It was the sort of dream that leaves me wishing that I could photograph the images that light up my own night sky. Perhaps I’ll play with my words until I get it all just so and share it…but for now it isn’t ready…

It’s not a bad thing. A thousand times before it has been written – we live in the waiting.

Some waiting is so much harder than others it seems. Maybe. We fight at it instead of resting in it. I don’t know what it is that you wait for…

the reassuring smile of your beloved…

cookies warm from the oven…

the tiniest egg to hatch with new life…

your train to arrive…

a glass of wine to be shared…

the gate to open wide before your eager paws…

a sigh of grateful relief…

rain to fall or skies to clear…

sweet news from afar…

the melody of song to fill your heart…

your best friend to be repaired…

or simply the next breath to come…

Ever so gently and quietly beauty waits for us as we dance between dreams and responsibilities.

In the brightness of a summer day when the stars have gone to shine elsewhere, will you wait with me in the cool shade of a grand and silent tree…

In the darkness of a winter night when the sun burns far away, will you wait with me in the glow of a warm and crackling fire…

In the heart of waiting there is love…always, there is love…

Will you wait with me…

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ellie894 August 2018

Thank you to my dear friend G for the photograph of the train station in loving memory of my father.

36 thoughts on “Beauty Between Dreams”

  2. I keep waiting for that rat fink, Godot. Hasn’t shown yet. Waiting and anticipation often go hand in hand.Example: Ellie, Jack, Bo and Dobby and a handful of treats. Waiting, anticipation and slobber. 🙂

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  10. The train station waiting — suggestive of you following after your dad — reminds me of a poem I wrote for my mother after she passed. My image was of crossing Puget Sound on the ferry. For several years I felt like I was left behind… Peace be with you, Suzanne, and anything you need, just holler.

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  11. The significance of the title just now hit me, too; that your dad must be in the “beauty” between two “dreams,” the here and the hereafter. It’s a beautiful idea, and needful for moving on.

    Have you read Tennyson’s “Crossing the Bar?”

    Sunset and evening star,
    And one clear call for me!
    And may there be no moaning of the bar,
    When I put out to sea,

    But such a tide as moving seems asleep,
    Too full for sound and foam,
    When that which drew from out the boundless deep
    Turns again home.

    Twilight and evening bell,
    And after that the dark!
    And may there be no sadness of farewell,
    When I embark;

    For tho’ from out our bourne of Time and Place
    The flood may bear me far,
    I hope to see my Pilot face to face
    When I have crost the bar.

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      1. Oh, I know. I tend to over-interpret things for hidden meanings. I knew another person sorta like me who did similar. I really liked her, tho.

        Glad you enjoyed the Tennyson. He says a lot in only 16 lines, doesn’t he? Amazing what a metaphor can do.

        Thanks for the like yesterday. I have a new one on In the Raw. I hope you take a look. Thanks.

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      2. I see the meanings in other people’s writing more than my own, too close I guess.

        He does. I wonder how long it took him to write and whether he was pleased with it.

        I’ll check it out.

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    1. I’m so very happy you liked it. Life does move awfully fast. Slowing down sometimes is so worth it. Thank you so kindly for reading and taking the time to share your thoughts. Take care 🌷

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      1. Well I will tell you this that I have been in places in my life that I never thought that I was going to live through. I was in the military and I will just leave that as is, but be blessed for what you have in this life, and I mean there are people dying in hospital beds as I am writing this to you and we have that chance to getting up yet in the morning and doing what we can do yet with the freedoms of not worrying about being in a hospital. But in the end of this life will catch us all if your not ready for it, and I think that what you do will impact so many people here with the words you use. So take care and many blessings and I am glad our paths have crossed!

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