How could that which terrified me in life be embraced in my dream as freedom and escape, and how was my daughter able to love the very thing I feared? Can echoes from the past be heard today?

Depths of Memory

I am a timid swimmer. Ten minutes of being bullied by the waves is enough for me so, toes groping for the slippery rocks beneath, I make my way back to the safe embrace of the sandy beach.  I spread my towel on the warm, soft sand and feel the sun chase away the dread of the water. I lie down to read but gradually my book falls from my hand as I doze. I am dreaming the dream.

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