A Mother's Arms

I dreamt about my mom last night.  She's been gone for over a year-and-a-half, but I saw her in my dream as clearly as I'm seeing this computer screen.  And not only did I see her, but I felt her arms around me as she gave me a huge hug while I sobbed into her shoulder.  In that moment I felt loved and comforted and cared for.  I think we always need our mothers, no matter how old we get and whether they're living or dead. 

It's been a stressful week.  My older daughter had her tonsils out on Monday so I've been caring for her.  My neighbors down the street asked me to take care of their flower gardens and yard while they're on vacation so this involves at least an hour each day, while tending to my own yard and gardens.  Oh, and their yard was selected "Yard of the Month" so I can't screw it up.  I've had to drive my younger daughter to and from work these last four nights, which takes about two hours out of each day.  Apparently I was feeling more stressed and anxious than I realized b/c there Mom was, smiling w/ outstretched arms, just as I saw her so many times when she was alive. 

Several times a day during his past week I've recited the mantra, "May I be well. May I be happy. May I be free from suffering. May I make progress."  Maybe the mantra brought me Mom.