fragments of a writer's life
I dreamed about Mary, my friend who died, my Anam Cara. I don't remember the dream, but I do remember the hug.
from Marmeelovely! 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.
What a sweet (and I don't mean "cute") dream, Marmee.
forgot to say - Marmee - you comment is posted under my name because of a glitch. x
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.
Thank you, Ana. I only came across the phrase about a month ago: it exactly captures how I feel about Mary.
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