Stage Four

Nine months ago, close to my 68th birthday I was several months into a new life style. Instigated by a need to improve my health and egged on by a dissatisfaction with my life the way it was. Or, perhaps not really a dissatisfaction, but rather a feeling that I was waiting for something.

Last night I dreamed that I was pregnant and then I delivered my own baby! I was surprised in the dream, but she was a gorgeous baby girl and I was completely happy. Some bad things happened in the dream, but I was totally capable of dealing with them in a conscious and positive way.

Yesterday evening my daughter gave me back some of my favorite clothes that I had given her. Now she has lost weight and cannot wear them and I have decided that I prefer comfort to the smallest size clothes I can squeeze myself into.

Last week I found the perfect size and color Queen Anne wing chair for my apartment. I once again have lovely plants in my home. I have my beautiful amethyst geodes out of storage, my artwork up above the cabinets and on the walls and I have slept comfortably in my bedroom for two whole nights.

Bestest calls me nearly every day and we chat. I am volunteering in the school library. My children are all comfortable and loving.

I believe this is what I have been waiting for.  The baby is born and a new stage of life begins.