Apres un reve

I had this dream last night that made me very tired this morning. I dreamt that I had to leave my family and I was counting down the hours to my departure, and the moments were so precious because every one of them counted and I think I was trying to sort of prolong them in my dream.

Sounds familiar? Well, I've just said bye to my family slightly a week ago as I flew back to Melbourne once again. Call this homesickness? Probably not, since that was the the fourth time I had to bid them farewell to embark on a long journey that will remove me from them for months.

I don't know if you've suddenly felt at some stage of your lives that your parents have grown old, and you wonder if they are happy, if they can take care of themselves, and of course the very practical things, like falling down, nutrition etc.

I'm listening to Bach as I type this. It's amazing, the universal quality of his music. I know this sounds cheesy, stuff about 'universal quality', 'speaking across the ages' blah blah but Bach does make you feel like you are on a long journey, and you are alone on a huge expanse of land, gazing out at the endless space around you, with no cares at all, and the only thing you need to do is to be yourself, to listen to nature around you.