Sleep Dream. I am my current age, I have arrived at Grāvele’s house, the one in the Springs, for a piano lesson. The atmosphere is quite relaxed. There is none of the Terror and Tension that I used to experience around her. It is one of those cozy-feeling late spring days, overcast, yet warm. The inside of her house is not as I knew it, it feels homier. We are sitting at a spinet, talking. Talking!!! She is wanting to engage me in genuine conversation! I make a decision to look her in the eyes, to see what ever it is that presents itself there, rather than avoid her gaze, fearing the murky emotions I usually see in her soul mirrors.I am pleasantly surprised; she is eminating grounded, gentle energies. She is calm and centered. It is clear that she wishes me no harm. Actually, I sense that she wishes me well. I look at her, pleasantly surprised at how she’s changed. I sense that she is genuinely sorry about how things went in our past. She is gently smiling.
Her hair is much thicker, a rich brown, not as thin as it really was. (How much pain was always in her eyes …) I sense that she’s happy in her body, which she never was.
I don’t know if we speak words, but a powerful communication transpires between us. A thawing occurs in me. I gather up my music and pack it into my ISCRAT bag. There is no need to stay here. She has nothing to teach me musically. We both know it, and both are fine with this knowledge.
