The last time I blogged I was still on holiday in the Northern Isles, and coming home from holidays can be hard, even if you love the place you live.
The first few nights back home, I had strange dreams which were like series of pictures from my holiday, framed as if they were in an exhibition.
These dreams reminded me of something my friend Anne used to say about depression, that it was ‘a chance for your soul to catch up.’
I was home, but feeling unsettled and wishing I was still on holiday – so my dreams gave me a chance to take a final look back and enjoy the wonderful memories. The fact that the images were framed gave them distance, so they felt like memories rather than events I was still involved in.
I wonder how often we dream about the places we’ve left, sweet dreams that bridge the gap between where we were and where we are now in the physical, like bridges for our soul to cross when it is ready.