Taking Heart

When Rachel is in my dreams, I take it for granted that she is alive in my dreamscape.  Last night in my dream I went to pick up Rachel at her newish address on Jeff Street. She had lived there for a while, actually, but I hadn't been there before. Clement, O'Farrell, Bush, Jeff.  My mom and I walked through the surrounding neighborhood. One house had a Spanish-style courtyard out front, with a wrought-iron chandelierish thing hanging, and lots of wisteria-like purple flowers draping across in all directions.

In my dreams of Rachel, she and Hannah and I have sat on the floor, in front of long mirrors, putting on makeup and talking.  She's sat at the table among us.

The other day, I saw "SK" in large letters on some junk mail, and it triggered memories of when we'd go to get donuts. Rachel liked maple bars and I never did. It's nice to have someone to eat your maple candies. Or whatever candies aren't your favorite.

I still have lip balm from her and the perfume she used to wear. 

Rachel was my original strong female role model.  Maybe I was thinking of her in my dream to help myself take heart and keep my wits about me.  Life is good (thank goodness), but a little busier lately that the past few weeks have been.  Some extra heart and strength would be good right now.