Diary
Homesick for a Place that Doesn't Exist
I clung to a man as we rode on the motorcycle. Sun streamed on the edges of every foliage that left them glowing in amber. The wind brought a distinct scent. The tarmac road bent, leading to a sharp curve. There's a growing gentle chanting of cicadas and my instinct, in all its clarity, knew this is home.
I was determined to search for this place. I am certain that my heart will tell, as soon as I get there.
Sometimes, I had a nano-second glimpse. Fragments of similarities from my dream would be present in places that I have had the privilege of seeing.
A subtle hint of Deja Vu.
Weird, isn't it?
I remember a dream of climbing a wooden ladder in a turret of an old castle when I was a teenager. Eight years later, I found myself exactly in the same place. Same scent, same sound and same people were with me in the dream. {Read more about it here: Château de la Grève}
Remember the man with me on the motorcycle?
Many years later, I met him. It turned out to be my husband.
Hence, the first time I saw him from a photo, there was an instant recognition. The first time I hugged him on a rooftop, it all felt familiar.
It felt home.
Throughout years of being preoccupied with worldly activities and setting aside spiritual pursuits, I have forgotten about the dreams.
Sometimes, where we are right now, I still see bits and pieces of that particular road. At least a glimpse of the amber glow.
However, lately I have been wondering.
Does this place truly exist?
Will I be lucky enough to find it in this lifetime?
What was your last case of deja vu?
What was your last case of deja vu?
Love & light,
Arni
4 comments
Home is a feeling, not a place. Here's to hoping the journey there is as good as you've dreamt it to be
ReplyDeleteTruth hurts. :) Home is indeed not a place but a feeling. A light switch turned on recently and I accept it now. Wherever I am is home.
DeleteWow, I wish I have this kind of deja vu, you know, the kind that you know for sure you dreamt about it. I only get a sense or a feeling, never of certainty. I do have recurring dreams, but I'm glad they don't happen in real life because they are not exactly beautiful.
ReplyDeleteI think you had an amazing dream, and pretty cool that you got to see it in real life. I don't know where that dream place is, but I think wherever it is you will find it.
Thanks Marge, it feels good to somehow believe I will one day find myself there :) Hugs and happy travels
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