Found my self crying in my dreamsleep and a great wave of relief swept over me. Sitting beside some shadowy shape, I saw myself with my head bowed, then suddenly sitting up straight and saying to myself-Time to stop crying. Then my mother's again. She's been dead nearly twenty-years. Meets me at the door looking young and lively and welcomes me in. She takes my jacket and Lama Yeshe from the Samye Ling Monastry in the Scottish Borders hands me a little woolen jacket which I struggle in to. It's incredibly tight and I struggle even harder to get it off. Everyone around me is laughing. All I can think is-I'm going to miss the sun.
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