There was a moment yesterday when I was out in a town sitting on a bench while waiting for someone; and when waiting, I was remembering my mom and how she would sometimes ask me to wait on that same bench for her while she would go into the store in front of me so to quickly buy something. I remembered how when she would often come back out with what ever she had bought, she would be looking at me smiling as if she had done something cheeky. With my mom on my mind then, I guess it was no surprise I dreamt of her last night – and it was a rather sweet dream of her too. We were shopping for Christmas and she was dressed as she would often be during the winter – wearing her long black coat which would be zipped right up to under her chin so to keep all her body and neck warm. She was very cheerful in the dream, and I as I always was with my mom, was affectionate to her – giving her hugs and leaving kisses on her forehead. I can’t really remember how the dream ended, but I do remember how much she was smiling in the dream and that is something I miss so much – her smile. And when thinking about my mom, it sometimes takes me back to this demeanour... "There are more important things in this World than what I want, or care about and love". I've learnt though that the greater man will do everything in his power for both, for there is nothing that limits us but only our will. A willing man has no end to what he can do – dare even that he may one day fly if only he wills himself hard enough. I think I’m regaining the burden again – the responsibility – it wants to begin again, but I feel good about it. This time I’m learning how burden, if used well, can push us to be a better person – to fight a better fight. On the other side of this burden, I can be forgetful. I sometimes forget that the ‘dream’ cares for me as much as I also care for the ‘dream’ – I should really never forget that.