in the dream a very small girl, maybe age 3, plays around some puddles as a slight rain sprinkles. she has sandy rough boy-cut hair and wears a simple rumpled shift. face and arms are still baby-fat rounded. her caretaker, young mother, teenaged sister -- yes i think it is her much older sister -- stands nearby staring off at a shadowy female figure some distance away. the tiny girl raises her chubby arms in the pick-me-up gesture and goes to the sister without hesitation without doubt without trying to read her sister's face or posture. her sister scoops her up without hesitation without doubt without asking "do you want to come up?" and molds her to her shoulder, still looking off.this vision of perfect mutual trust and accomodation is so profoundly affecting, i can't get it out of my mind.
Feb 24, 2012
i couldn't believe how long it took to pick up a carton of milk on the way home. i'd recently moved from the city, where you took your stuff to the counter, paid, and you were out of there. now i had to stand in line while the checker conversed with each customer...and even worse, when my turn came, i was expected to comment on the weather and exchange other inane pleasantries before leaving with my purchases.
i thought of this today as i stood in line, an activity i've come to know as an opportunity to chat with anyone else in the line, and then, at the counter, discovering that the checker is a friend i haven't seen in awhile and we catch up on each others' lives. she even came around from behind the counter for a happy new year hug. i glanced back at the people waiting in line, hoping they were all from around here. even at the pharmacy when i pick up some meds or something, the pharmacist comes around the counter for a hug!
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