Friday, June 25, 2010
I Dreamed Africa- random writings
I wrote this three months after my return from Africa.
Africa is not the only place I have been blessed to see but it did make the largest impact on my adult life. What held on to me about the experience is how those moments in your life when your experience is making the biggest impact on your future you are not aware of the importance of what you see. It is only as time passes that we think back and mark that occasion as one of our defining moments.
Maybe I dreamt it all. I remember being really tired. Could it be?
If it wasn’t a dream where is the proof? My burn turned to a tan and has since faded back to white. My sun bleached hair has grown out, been cut back to the normal brown. What does that leave me with? All that I have as a token is my dream. I can’t hold it, or put it in my pocket. It doesn’t even visit every night. But on those lucky nights, I close my eyes and right in that space between wake and darkness I am there.
Anxious to see them still, I try to force them in my dream to return. But they never do. Sometimes I am lucky, and wake to find the room has filled with the smell of green. Inside, I know they aren’t there, but I still think if I just wait they may appear around the corner. On those nights, I smile; I hug my pillow tight, because I dreamt Africa.
I still have those Africa Dreams. They come with rare frequency these days. When they do hit it is with incredible energy that I awake in the morning.
at 9:24 PM