Attainable dreams

Early this morning, maybe 4 AM, I dreamed I was skiing; the snow soft and fresh, uncarved and my body as flexible as a twizzler, my knees soft and giving at just the right moments, leaning over the edge and turning with no effort. All the air silent except for the shush that is like the return of your own heartbeat. It reminded me of how much I really like to ski. Just as when my mother, after a year or maybe only six months, shows up in a dream, and I wake with damp eyes realizing how very much I miss her and everything she gave me.

So I need to go skiing (some dream interpretation is easy). But I have not been working out or doing my walking much since the lay-off. But that is okay. I can do it now. And I'd already started in the last week to awaken my body, to savor the scent of my own perspiration, to happily anticipate the tender muscles the day after. This is one of the ways we know we are alive.

My mother did not spend enough of her life skiing. She did ski (in Austria no less - if Lorraine was going to do something, she was going to do it). But only on one trip and then no more. Her life would have been enhanced by nearby weekly winter skiing outings. So I should learn that lesson and make sure I ski every season, even if it is here in our humble surroundings and not in Austria. And I should prepare my body for it.

Some dreams are more attainable than others. What a day to begin dreaming...

you know there is almost always going to be a piano involved with me. it sounds better on the soundtrack. of course.