My brain wakes me up to tell me things. It has happened again tonight.
Something that I have been pondering on morphs into something else like a shape-shifting bucky ball.
I wake up seeing the obvious connections that were hidden. I finally see the trees in the forest. It is embarrasing what my awake mind misses when my asleep mind points it out.
Family tragedies that I thought of as linear and separate linked in my mind as ONE. I have mentioned these in a previous post, but instead of them following each in a linear, chronological fashion; they folded back on each other, like a time circle.
Great grandma’s husband was killed by a train on her farm.
Gran’s father was killed by a train on the family farm.
Ethel’s brother was killed by a train on the Pearson farm.
The same tragedy from three perspectives. Three interconnected women losing a piece of their lives.
Three dots connected by one man and disconnected by one tragedy.
Reconnected by the responsibility in caring for the widow of a farmer hit by a train.
Tranferring the care of the farm to family men and the widow to family women.
The shape-shifting of a family due to a tragedy.
This 2D story finally became 3D in the middle of the night. Maybe this time-circle-trio will take form after all!
I am slow, but I do get there…in my sleep.
FLOW
floweralley 
So interesting Flow and I do believe often things become more apparent and clearing in our Dream time… xx ❤
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Yes Sue. Once I awoke in the night to the realization that I probably moved a gun in my 8th grade classroom. Needless to say, I did not go back to sleep. The next day, I moved the same organizer, it was not heavy and the owner did not get mad again. Public school is not for the faint at heart. I often said my 7 years in 8th grade would be a good book. Maybe someday…
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🙂 ❤ 🙂
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