"Carry on my wayward son - there will be peace when you are done", no truer words have been sung back in the late 70's by the band Kansas . I heard that song today and began to pond on my life as it is today. I've often wondered what the peace would be when one is finally done. And what do I have to be done with?
A while back I had a very odd dream about my mom, grandma, grandpa and my sister in law's mother. Standing in the darkness - 4 coffins appear in from of me and opened - and there they all were. It was odd yet strangely familiar. Each one came out of their coffin and went off to pursue what ever it was they needed to do.
Without boring you with the odd deals of this dream, the end was most revealing. As it neared time for them to leave, they returned back into their coffins. I stood in front of my mother and asked if she would take me with her. Her arms opened up and I felt myself being pulled in...
Then suddenly, out of nowhere, a man's hand lands on my left should and states: "she can not go with you now, she has gotten her masters degree and there are things she needs to do". And then my mom now holding a glass jug of Christmas hand towels. She handed them to me. That was the end of the dream.
The creepy part was when I had gone the local Kmart where my youngest niece works and after I walked through the doors - there they were - racks and racks of Christmas hand towels. I was seriously creeped out at that point. Yet it was at that point that I realized the meaning of the towels. I have to have holidays of my own before I can move on - before I can lay down my head to rest.
Yet isn't that what we all seek? Rest ? Rest from our daily troubles and worries. Rest from the hustle and bustle of life. Do we truly find this rest here? Or does it lay else where? I know I have more in this life to do, yet I too seek for the finality of rest.
Until then...
"Carry on my wayward one - there will be peace when you are done"...
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