Sunday, October 05, 2008

what a wonderful world

I wanted to start writing a story the other night. And I got a pencil and sheet of paper (I mean I got myself in the front of the computer but of course it much more inspiring to talk about pencil and paper) and start to think how to start it. The action was rather simple: dreams and occasionally nightmares.

What we dream in the classroom? This was the speciality of my sister. She will sit for the whole period looking on the window somewhere far, far away. The teacher had to change our places as it became obvious that Cristina was scarcely present. The thing is that I never really knew what she dreamt about. Of course this should not stop me inventing the dreams of my character but it blocks me.

But still, what really, really do I know about my love ones’ dreams? Some bits and pieces hence nothing that could allow me to assert that I know them (dreams of course as I do know my sister pretty well).
Than another question arises: aren’t these dreams the most personal thing, isn’t worth to be kept secret to one self. There are those moments when we can feel and live a moment of grace and change the conditions and the framework without regard to reality, physical laws, science or other rules.

Only a couple of days before Easter and it would be the first time in years that we are again together. Is one of those dreams that is, even if not fully, becoming real.

When child we used to go to the midnight mass and while singing “Cu moarte pe moarte calcand” (going beyond death through death) I was happy that I will see again my grandfather (the first person to die in my little universe). And I would sing (very out of tune) with all my heart as it was one of the best news of the year.

This year I will sing it again with my heart full of hope and happiness as it is the best news of the year that someday I will see again my grandparents and my mother. And I know that this not a dream.

I wish you all a wonderful Easter!