Lost in Saṃsāra, II

Dream #32 cont.: Heavy snow. We're in the old family van and our mother is driving. It's getting dark now and the road is packed with snow and ice.

source: by Stephen Iliffe

It's late. We'll never make it to our destination. We look for a safe place to park.

I felt a deep sadness upon waking from this dream. I think our mom had hoped to carry us further than she was able. The snow seems to be a metaphor for the intermediary stage between heaven and earth.

"This continual ache of the heart is a blessing that when fully accepted can be shared with all." -Pema Chödrön