My Family After Tragedy

  What happens when we dream?  Dreams are made of images, sounds, and events, most of the time chaotic, sometimes sweet, sometimes scary.  Dreams seem to have a sudden start; at least that is what we remember, which might or might not be associated with its last mist. I still remember one of the most epic dreams from my childhood; it happened so long ago, but it created an impression; I dreamt of a horse.  The dream starts by opening my tin soldier box and there it was, gallant, ready to take me into battle.  I picked the horse from the box and placed it on the palm of my hand to admire it.  The horse looked at me and I was surprised because I knew that it was a tin horse! Then, the unimaginable; the horse grew until it became a giant horse.  Suddenly, I am standing on the horse while looking at my surroundings as if I am looking from the stars.  "Is this real?" When I woke up I went to the tin soldiers box to look for my horse, and there it was.  I looked at its face, but it

  It is difficult to write a story out of context.  My wife and I started a wildflower garden because of taxes.  Yes, you read it right; taxes .   The original idea of what to do with the piece of land in front of our house started to take shape in 2016 when the Liberal government of Justin Trudeau was elected.  During his election campaign, the Liberals promised to set yet another tax on Canadian families, and this time was to save the entire world; The Carbon Tax. Well; they were elected and set themselves to grab more money from our purses without providing a framework to start tapering the usage of fossil fuels.    "Not another tax; it is hard as it is!" were the words stuck in my mind constantly .  To show that the liberals were bringing responsible governance to Canada, and the world, the government started to work on their  Greenhouse Gas Pollution Pricing Act legislation.  It was just a matter of time before we were going to be paying more for everything. I needed to

Opened a drawer and there it was, under a pile of papers waiting to be rediscovered!    This picture decorated the wall across from my bed in New York.  I could see it clearly before closing my eyes for a good night's sleep, to dream of the day we could be together again, my wife and me.  I have not found the original yet; I know it is somewhere ! There we were in the lobby of The Edgewater in Seattle the day before getting married!  How beautiful we were! Today I was practicing one of my rituals; while I was working on the dining room table Christina's picture was "watching" a show about Egyptian Gods on Prime.  Raquel; our youngest daughter walked into the living room and asked me what I was doing.  I explained to her the ritual, that it was OK to do that because it makes me feel better.  Interestingly, she was wearing a sweater from Mom because it makes her feel better.   We hugged and she asked me for the URL address of my blog.  She is now reading.  She likes th