Deep sea diving

I am buoyed by the very love that is the source of my heartache.

Last night, I dreamed about my grandmother. We were having a conversation about forgiveness. In my dream, I told her about the ones who have hurt me so deeply. They hurt me, too she acknowledged. 

Her quiet, confident love. Not the absence of pain but maybe because of it.

I also dreamed about my grandfather’s pattern shop. Family members gathered there, a tribute to his life and legacy. The shared intention of preserving it, and using it as a future space to create new memories. 

My heart is heavy with the possibility of what could be. What should be, my mind insists and tries to recreate in my sleep—a hopeful imagination, far from reality.