Dust Gathers Everywhere

mom was asleep
when I walked into her bedroom
full of her lifetime
old things addressing the log walls
she liked it that way
when I reached out and touched her hand
her eyes opened slowly
showing her figuring out who I was
she smiled and squeezed my hand
I wondered when she got old
I never really noticed it until now
she said she had a story to tell me
so I should come close and sit down
she reminded me of the visions
that came to her over the years
and how they they leaked into her life in so many ways
she thought it was time she told me of some
one of which was going to be fulfilled soon
this is the story she told
years ago before my father died
she told me she had a vision of an american indian brave
standing on a hill not far away from her
it was evening and he was outlined
against the bright red summer sunset
his long flowing black hair had some feathers braided into it
he was wearing brown fringed buckskin pants and brown moccasins no shirt
he was young and she wondered who he was
she wondered what this meant
she was silent and watched
he turned towards her and reached out his hand
he wanted her to take it
he wanted her to go with him
she was afraid it might mean leaving her life behind
for some reason she wanted to go
but knew it was not yet the time
it was difficult to say no
but her husband was in poor health and needed her
the indian turned and walked away and the vision ended
a few years later he returned standing on the same hill
looking exactly the same but there were many indians with him
she still did not know the meaning of this
he again reached his hand out towards her and motioned for her to come
all the indians seemed to be waiting for her
she knew it was not yet time
she did not take his hand and they all walked away
she wondered if he would return
not long ago she saw him again in another vision
she was tumbling over and over in pink golden clouds
he was standing off to the side laughing as she tumbled by
she was laughing as well
then the vision changed and she was disappearing off in the distance
still in the clouds and he was gone
she knows she will finish her journey soon
and she and the indian will be on their way
he has been patient and so has she
she said it will be the beginning of her next life and she is looking forward to it
she had thought of these visions often and knew she would know when to take his hand
they will walk along a path next to a beautiful mountain stream
and perhaps meet a man with a horse a dog and a fly rod
she said she would not see the end of this vision
but that you would see the dust gather everywhere
she said when she took the indians hand
she would be young again


in a vision my mom had she saw where my father was after he died
he came to her walking down a path next to a beautiful mountain stream with a horse a dog and a fly rod
he said to her "our time apart for you will be years for me minutes"