Gratitude

I got some real exercise yesterday, and the day before. It had been a long time.

So long, that I had forgotten the benefits. I experienced such a pervasive sense of well-being that even my dreams were delightful.

I slept so well, and in the course of my sleep encountered three dear friends, all in the same compound where they live (although in one brief episode there was a beach - don't ask). Effectively, I hung out with my buddies all night. We told jokes, and laid deep wisdom on each other, and made plans to see each other again. It was a departure from the convoluted not-quite-nightmares I have had lately with their subtle wrongnesses that defy morning retrospection.

I remember awakening early in the morning, while it was still dark, and feeling first: surprise. I have had dreams that I remember, and that made me feel wonderful. Next I felt gratitude: that the dreams that gave me such a good feeling so closely mirror my reality.

I rolled over and went back to sleep. Then in the morning, I dreamt about my husband...