Spirit of Transfiguring Love
Dream
I have entered my grandmother’s apartment through the cellar of the house that my mother, sister and I shared with her growing up. Although she died back in 1976, it’s as if “Memere” were alive and well, and still living there.
I climb to the top of her stairs just as she opens the door – apparently she’d heard my approach. I realize that until then, she didn’t even know I was in the house; I’m enjoying the prospect of seeing her reaction to my unexpected visit.
It’s been a long time. For half a second, she doesn’t comprehend who she’s looking at. In response to her blank expression, it’s almost as if I’m not entirely certain that it’s really her after all.
Then, she recognizes me. Through her surprise, she now looks at me in the manner that I recall she always did. Instantly, her face becomes itself, allowing me to recognize her.
Only the remembered light of my grandmother looking at me with love allowed my dream to carry the vividness and warmth of her fully recollected presence. Only by the light of love do we ever really see each other at all.
I have entered my grandmother’s apartment through the cellar of the house that my mother, sister and I shared with her growing up. Although she died back in 1976, it’s as if “Memere” were alive and well, and still living there.
I climb to the top of her stairs just as she opens the door – apparently she’d heard my approach. I realize that until then, she didn’t even know I was in the house; I’m enjoying the prospect of seeing her reaction to my unexpected visit.
It’s been a long time. For half a second, she doesn’t comprehend who she’s looking at. In response to her blank expression, it’s almost as if I’m not entirely certain that it’s really her after all.
Then, she recognizes me. Through her surprise, she now looks at me in the manner that I recall she always did. Instantly, her face becomes itself, allowing me to recognize her.
Only the remembered light of my grandmother looking at me with love allowed my dream to carry the vividness and warmth of her fully recollected presence. Only by the light of love do we ever really see each other at all.
Posted by Paul at 5:25 PM Permalink
19 Comments:
A beautiful observation that should not be disfigured by any comments.
love.
P.S. Read my posting about the Aquafina, and you'll hear the history of "Dealing me a chimp."
AVGW, glad you liked that. This idea is actually a conclusion drawn in chapter one of the book.
CARRIE W: If you go on anybody’s blogger profile and they list their field of work – say education – then if you click on the name of the field, you’re shown other profiles of people in that field. (Maybe everybody already knew this but me, but I just caught on to this feature recently...) So I found you in the “education” profiles.
I started out in the public schools in special ed as a teaching assistant. After I became a school counselor, I worked closely with special ed teachers; they’re a good group of people in my experience. Bookmarked you too –
This is a beautiful reflection! Thanks for sharing it with us.
**Only the remembered light of my grandmother looking at me with love allowed my dream to carry the vividness and warmth of her fully recollected presence
thats just it. Love n Light...thats what there ever was...ever is..and ever will be.
Keshi.
Simply beautiful. Made me smile and feel good. I look forward to reading Chapter 1!
Best wishes to you!
Darcy
I have experienced such serenity and heartfelt hugs as I did in My Grandmother's kitchen...I always associate Grandmas and Kitchens.
MMMMMMMMMM
CRYSTAL: Me too, mine left too early for sure; my family members seem to have a habit of not procreating till they're closer to 30 than 20...
But, it's Christmas, y'know?
Kind of want to tell everybody
Goldfish bowl (wee fish)
a baby lamb (ewe)
a girl horse (mare)
some herons (egrets)
and a moose (not Bullwinkle, even though I'm a big fan.)
So, repeat that two more times and end with an ear hopping along the ground and you have:
Wee Fish Ewe A Mare Egrets Moose
Wee Fish Ewe A Mare Egrets Moose
Wee Fish Ewe A Mare Egrets Moose
and a hoppy new ear!
BONEMAN: You too, but shouldn't it really be something like Happy Ewe Near?
GOLLYGEE: Pretty much, but she did slurp her soup, lol. It used to bug me in grade school but she was so nice I felt bad that it bugged me and never mentioned to anyone!
If in the end the worst you do to annoy someone is slurp your soup, I think you must be doing something right.
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