There's a place, in my dreams, where I meet a very special person. This place is filled with beauty and peace, near calm waters, where when the sun sets, the earth and sky mirror each other. A small cottage rests on green grass, rugged red shingles on it's sturdy walls. Gardens surround the cottage with flowers of all colors: purple iris, pink peony, yellow lilies. A mist rests mysteriously on the top of the water while I wait, my arms hugging my knees on the cool steps of the cottage. I meet this person at this place when all is lost in the world and I always know that this person will be there for me. In my dreams, this person is always the same. It's never a romantic meeting, never lustful. It's purely comfort and a different kind of love; the kind of love that only comes from years of connection. This person is my mother.
I have had the same reoccurring dream where I meet my mother at this amazing place, near a lake or the ocean. I've never given much thought to this dream and always thought it was Oregon, one of our favorite places. But I think it's a fictional place. I don't have dreams about meeting a man there, or a close friend. It's always my mother. And I think this place may represent life after death.
Through everything, all of the confusion of life, there's one thing I am sure of... is that my mom is by far the most important person in my life. I think I dream of this place knowing that no matter what happens, my mom and I will meet at this special place. We will be together, because this is the kind of love I can depend on. It is eternal. It is sacred.
