A Dream in the Garden...

Here I am planting another blog post on this last day of 2022. This one has been on my mind for several days. I experience vivid dreams due to some of the medications that I take. There was one in particular that was beautiful and I want to share it with my readers.

I haven't had many dreams about my mother. There was one time shortly after her passing while I was lying in bed one morning. The back of her appeared, as she was sitting at the edge of my bed. She was wearing pink which was her favorite color and looked so beautiful with her pure white hair. This was not a dream, when I called her name she disappeared. I was awake and felt so comforted by her presence. There was another time the day she was admitted to the hospital and I was sitting in a chair across the room from her bed. There were 2 chairs and I was sitting in one and felt a tap on my shoulder, so I turned to see who it was, but there was not another person in that room. That was a sign that I was not going to lose her that day. 

There were times when I would dream about her and she would be angry. I would wake up feeling like it would be better not to have dreams about her at all. There was this one time and it didn't last that long, because I woke up before I could see what was going to happen. It was absolutely beautiful and I want to share with you.

It took place in a garden, so I thought this would be a great place to share it with you. My mother was a terrific gardener and enjoyed it immensely. I never understood why it meant so much to her, until writing came knocking at my door. I want what is being shared here, to help you nourish and grow. I want you to be comforted when you come here to see a planted blog post. As I'm writing this the tears are flowing. I've been much more emotional the past few days. I've had a chance to reflect on many aspects that have taken place this year. 

Starting this blog was a new beginning for me. I wanted to keep honoring that pivotal promise to my mother. You may grow tired of my talking about her all of the time, but it's the one way I know of keeping her memory alive. She did so many wonderful things and only wanted me to be happy. She always told me I could figure things out. Now, it takes a little longer since my brain surgery. I have to strategically work things out in my mind, before I attempt any task. It's part of marching to the beat of my own drum. I find things that work for me and writing is one big way of working through situations. 

Now to share this beautiful dream with you. I was in a garden with my mother. We were walking along this narrow pathway, when all of a sudden I saw this butterfly. I wanted so badly to take a picture of it, as I was carrying my phone. As I was getting ready to take the photo my mother suddenly disappeared. I never got to take that photo, but in this dream my mother was not angry. She was smiling at me and happy that we spotted this butterfly. To me a butterfly represents my coming into my own. As I've mentioned before, my mother's passing could have destroyed me, but I didn't allow that to happen. 

Whenever I see a butterfly it gives me comfort, because I also think of it as our loved ones watching over us. I'm not crazy and yes, I do believe in signs and timing. I have great hope for what lies ahead. I want to continue advocating and making a difference in 2023. I want to keep growing, changing and challenging myself to try new things. I hope the New Year finds you wanting to achieve attainable goals vs. making resolutions. I would love to hear about your hopes and dreams for achieving those attainable goals. 

As always... at the end my planted blog posts, here is another poem that was written with deep emotion. It's titled; Emotions Unplugged. 

❤Brenda