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Dead White Things and Recurring Dreams
‘Although she forever tried, never once had any scenes from this recurring dream
differ with even a slightest of variance from each original beginning. The only things
that changed was its outcome ending and the never ever still - wanderings of the
sea ice!
It always began with her looking out into the vastness of a cold Arctic Ocean while
standing on the weather darkening coastline somewhere on Nova Scotia. There and
then is when heard are these far off windblown cries:
Suddenly, it is her eyes that can now spy from new heights above to see a likeness
of her same person being physically swept up and taken captive by a storm’s ocean
going gales.
To her horror, instantly realized is that she had been herself carried off, and now
wind bound on an emotional heading with an aim toward a certain point in time.
Incapable, is the power of her mind to stop this meeting, its draw demands her
rushed presence!
What will prove to be laying in wait will have an effect on her soul that initiates the
loosing of a fifth year of welled up tears. Somewhere out there on this desolate sea
ice there is a new place and new time of another true motherhood loss. - And now
as always, being nightly reborn to face her life’s tragic turn of unwarranted
consequence, she sleeps…?
Ever the survivor, she would now dream the dreamt dreams of a lonely orphaned
seal pup and the last outcome of yet another nightmare confrontation coming from
out of a traumatic childhood era belonged of her past…
These hurts were placed upon them through no fault of their own! As such, there
was nothing new to balance except an even greater weight pinned on two helpless
souls. Wearily, both shared the burden of pain that came tethered to each of their
world’s constant of nightmare...’
And now, to save the future of a stark white seal pup, her thoughts echoed of both
their loneliness. Only now, those once far and away heard cries had grown louder…
As for her nights of continually repeated visions of this ghostly Harp Seal pup,
recognized, was that it hadn’t hailed from a performing circus act. Moreover, and
unlike any of the other identical looking orphaned seal pups on the Arctic ice, for this
one, appeal came not from knowing of its at-one-time snow-white fur. – Instead, it
was the two sad eyes that never looked away from her that had always drawn the
little girl’s unwilling attention...
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