Pivotal Moment

Two babies, two cars, a mortgage, and depression I just couldn’t shake.  What was wrong with me, I wondered.  Was I missing something?  Is there more to life, I’m not seeing?  I prayed to the Heavens.

Six months, I dreamt of returning to my childhood home.  Every time, I remarked the same changes: the blue wall-to-wall carpet was replaced with red in the living and dining rooms, and geometric patterns running up the stairs; and one wall in my sister’s old bedroom was bricked.  Whereas we had a dog, the dream residents had a cat.  Always, I would exit through the back door, where I would fall and jolt awake.

One day, driving past the place, I noted an Open House sign and went in.  There was the red carpet, the designs on the stairs, and the bricked wall in my sister’s old room.
Shaken, I passed the cat in my haste to exit – out the front door.

Ask and be answered –
Source listened, and delivered –
a resounding “Yes!”

(Written for dVerse pub, hosted tonight by Merrill.  The challenge is to write a haibun on the topic of transition.  I am also linking this to my weekly challenge, where the prompt is veil.  Although I did not use the term in this piece, I felt as if a veil had been lifted.)


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Permission to write, paint, and imagine are the gifts I gave myself when chronic illness hit - a fair exchange: being for doing. Relevance is an attitude. Humour essential.

53 thoughts on “Pivotal Moment”

  1. An amazing experience. I’m convinced we haven’t scratched the surface of what’s stored in the attic of our brains awaiting discovery! One of my favorite TV shows, based on truth, is “Psychic Detectives” in which certain individuals call upon special powers of perception in solving crimes. Thanks for sharing your experience!i

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      1. … especially knowing that the back door meant falling down, right? Though one does wonder whether you would wake up and realize that THIS life is just a dream? 🙂

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  2. What an experience to have! Several years ago we were near the town where I grew up so we rented a car and drove around. I took photos of the house I grew up in — it looks very “sad” now with its paint peeling and porch drooping. I think, at the end of the day, I wished we had not gone there. I prefered my memories rather than seeing it changed.

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  3. i read some where that in dreams we sort out a situation and it carries in to the waking hours, and we have the clarity. thank you for sharing a difficult part of your life V.J i hope it has helped with healing. your haiku is like a victory cry!

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  4. I wrote of a hypnagogic experience I had while ill; dream interpretation studies would be cool. Your vision/premonition/subconscious experience is fascinating too.

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    1. I just read your story – amazing. The course I took at university was called Dreams, Visions, Meditations, and God – so interesting. The mystery is limitless.


      1. This sounds like a fascinating course to take! I must see if I can find something similar — either online or somewhere accessible here in Boston. Would LOVE to take a course like this!

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  5. How amazing this subconscious of ours. It must have been a truly awesome experience for you, though I bet you were a bit shaken by it too.


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