“LongBeard, please help me understand my dream,” she requested. LongBeard read the words, closed his eyes for a minute and puffed on his harmless herbacco pipe. Then he patted the toadstool next to him and said, “Come and sit next to me. Here is the story which will help you understand your dream:
The phone connection was suddenly and unexpectedly broken. That came as no surprise, taking the heavy snowfall of the last day into account. Still, June felt deeply disappointed about it happening at exactly this time.
She had been speaking to her mother and for the first time in years they addressed the painful topic of her father’s disappearance from their lives. The duality in which they had lived before was finally coming to an end. At last her mother seemed motivated to speak about the past events in a congruent and honest way. This time she was open about the pain that it had caused her, rather than pretending that all was well. In the past June could clearly feel that her mother was just using polite words to try and preserve peace and harmony in the family. She had a habit of only speaking positively about others and would rather deny the truth of her own feelings than admit the hurt openly.
Reflecting on their conversation, Jane stepped into the kitchen. The blend of aromatic smells coming from the cooker lifted her somber mood and she started to pay attention to her physical surroundings. She removed the lid from the soup pot and deeply breathed in the smell of mixed herbs and spices.
The food was ready and as she laid the table to have dinner, she could feel an inner peace returning. She shook off her serious thoughts and sat down to enjoy the meal.”
2010 Copyright LongBeard Stories by Susan Bellingan Fourie
Acknowledgements: www.blazelightaround.com, gnomeoutlet.com, dcs4ever.blogspot
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