A dream

My friend Jack Wilson died yesterday at age 65. I saw him afterwards at the emergency room and it was very clear that the spirit had left the body. No question that the soul makes the person.

Last night I had a dream of a soul (mine? his?) blowing in the wind like a leaf or a piece of paper. There was a lack of control - you were just going along, not knowing where, when. But there was also a calmness, a knowing that wherever you landed would be a good place.