Just Sleeping
May 26, 2012
I dreamed about Nanuk last night...
She and I were walking in the neighborhood. We stopped to rest on a curb on some green grass under a tree. She was curled up next to me and I could tell she was tired. A man walked by and stopped. He was dark skin and well dressed in a casual sort of way - a deep red or burgundy polo shirt and light khakis. He looked down at Nanuk and said: "she's so beautiful". I replied: "you can see her?, she died". To which he replied, petting her slowly and softly: "of course I can see her...She's not dead, she's just sleeping."
It is now June 21 and nearly a month has passed since I had this dream. I find so much comfort in it that I needed to share it, hoping others will find comfort in it too...
xo,
MJ
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