Monday, October 05, 2015


I dreamed about Mary, my friend who died, my Anam Cara. I don't remember the dream, but I do remember the hug.

Me and Mary 1


Sue Hepworth said...

from Marmee
lovely! Some months after my dad died I dreamt I was seeing him off as he stepped on to a boat...he was young, dressed in his WW11 uniform and he turned and hugged me close..and I too woke feeling the hug. And I choose to believe it was real and true.

Sue Hepworth said...

What a sweet (and I don't mean "cute") dream, Marmee.

Sue Hepworth said...

forgot to say - Marmee - you comment is posted under my name because of a glitch. x

ana said...

Such a beautiful phrase Anam Cara. I've only just discovered it through my meditation group where they are very fond of John O'Donohue's writings. So I feel especially for you and your loss and the powerful experience of your dear friend's visitation.

Sue Hepworth said...

Thank you, Ana.
I only came across the phrase about a month ago: it exactly captures how I feel about Mary.