MY DREAM Last night I dream that my workout partner won't workout with me anymore. I keep begging and begging and finally I follow him to his apartment. Still just a flat out no. Then I realize that I left my wallet in his old apartment. Luckily that's only three blocks away. I run and run and there it is. My wallet. But next to it is this beautiful, shimmering metal eye mask that once on your face, transforms you into a goddess. I sit with my new metal eye mask in lotus and I am propped up by pillows. I realize that the pillows are my support, not my inner strength. But that seems to be ok. People still worship me. There is incense burning and all sorts of people around me basking in my goddess glow. I realize that all I have to do it is sit still and the world opens up at my feet. The metal eye mask makes me feel all sorts of ecstasy. When I am finished, I take off the mask and see a woman admiring me and I say hello. I am exposed, sweaty, unkempt. Natural. And it's all ok.
MY REALITYYesterday, I help my crying nephew burp all afternoon by propping him up on pillows. I misplace my wallet ten minutes before my brother and sister-in-law were to drive me to the airport. We find it in the diaper room near the mobile that mesmerizes my nephew as he gets changed. I wear my sunglasses looking out the window on the plane to hide my tears, as someone else's baby cries. All the people stare at the baggage belt, mouths open (drooling in worship?) as it spits out one Tommy Hilfiger suitcase after another that are not ours. I put on my green goddess mask of clay to bring out the impurities from my pores that have built up in my travels. I wash off the mask and say hello as I answer the phone. It's my friend, Marsh, cancelling our workout to tell me that he made lunch plans, because he didn't hear from me in time. I say ok.