girl daydreaming

been good and thinking... what i mean to say is that things are brewing in my mind. they are a lovely mess. it's been raining for two days and the gold leaves are pressed against the sidewalks, and the rose bush captures sprinkles of rain to hold onto for it's last days... somehow still bright in it's blossoms and lushness. how's it possible that roses are still at their height of beauty in October? any one knows?

maybe you've figured it out by now, i'm truly a dreamer, i love daydreaming about stories, what has happened as well as what could be... my imaginative powers seem turned way up these days.

i think of you, i really do, many of the comments and insights you share, the beautiful stories you share about your families that warm my heart and help me along, as well as your thoughts and indulgence in pretty places and pretty things...

i'm dreamy about my future and last night i dreamed about a beautiful part of my past. it just came to me while i was sleeping. when i woke up, of course my heart was warmed, and i thought what a sweet reunion to see her again after all these years in my dreams... i'll tell you about it if you don't mind...

last night while sleeping i dreamed of Trisha. when i was a little girl, oh about 6 years old i had a friend named Patricia, and we all called her Trisha for short. she was actually my mother's friend, though she was younger than my mother by about 5 years. let's say i was 6, and my mother was 30, then Trisha must have been about 25. for some reason i took to her. i was with her when i wasn't in school or playing with my friends. she was more of a big sister to me. we would sit outside on the porch and just talk, we would spend hours just talking. i can't remember what about. i have always been told that i was a curious little girl so i imagine she spent a lot of time discussing the million things that i was interested in.

she lived on the same block as us, so i would find my way to her house, pull up a chair in her kitchen and we would chat. she had 2 boys so we would all often go to the park together, or go shopping, any number of things that she had to do as a grown-up; laundry, grocery shopping, cooking and cleaning, sitting on the porch in the sun. i loved being with Trisha. I think then, maybe she shared a friendship and kindness that I felt was missing in my own home. come to think of it, we used to laugh a lot! maybe she thought i was smart, and engaged me. and now too that i am remembering, she was a single mother, so maybe i was company for her as well. she had two boys, maybe too i was the little girl she never had. she was sweet to me and we hung out until my family moved away when i was eleven years old.

when i woke up this morning i thought, what a sweet rememberance. i thought about how much i loved her, and i still love her, she was kind to me and we had a lot of fun. i do hope she is well today...

yup, i'm all dreamy these days and it feels good...