Let me introduce myself.

Last night I had a dream that I was sitting on a bench in a park. An older man with a mustache and an old-fashioned suit walked towards me. He smiled and asked me if anyone was sitting next to me. I said no and told him he was welcome to sit down.

He and I began talking. He had an even tone to his voice that made me want to listen to him all day. He told me that when he looked at my eyes he saw the eyes of a sorrowful journey and he asked me about my life. I spoke to him about how the death of my son had changed me and that that was probably what he was seeing. I said that in the last five years my son, my father and my mother have all moved on to the next life. I told him that the month of March was quickly approaching and that is a sorrowful month for me.

The man turned to me and asked me if he could hold my hands in his. His hands were large and smooth. I looked up and into his eyes which were so dark brown. He said to me, “You are so blessed to have shared a part of your life with three extraordinary people. And, they don’t want you to feel sorrow. When you are sorrowful look again in your heart, and you shall see that in truth you are weeping for that which has been your delight.”

I said, “I just love that quote. I have it hanging on my wall. I love the writings of Kahlil Gibran.” He laughed, almost too hard, throwing his head back, winked and said, “Well, that is nice. Let me introduce myself, my name is Kahlil.”

I woke up.



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