Last night I took my flight back from Portland, OR. I had a great time visiting with my sister, brother-in-law, niece and nephew. It was a relaxing trip filled with cold weather and warm hugs. The beauty I found in my family's faces and in the Oregon foliage and homes was uplifting and meaningful.
Upon my return to Burbank, CA I met my father and mother loaded off of two glasses of wine and tomato chedder chips. I gleefully chanted about meeting my angelic nephew and my ridiculously charming niece.
By the time I drove home and finally fell asleep it was late.
I dreamt that my mom, dad, sister, brother, brother-in-law, niece, nephew and cousins witnessed my car blowing up in the middle of the day. The image of the explosion danced upon our eyes.
I woke up this morning wondering about my personal transformation. Am I combusting, too? Perhaps, I am saying goodbye to my old self afterall.
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