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.

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