It's All A Dream

[Blair Robertson]

I had a dream about Bob last night that I want to share with you all. I dreamed I went to his house for our appointment, and things got immediately hazy and confusing. Instead of sitting and talking to me, Bob seemed to be in a hurry, but had a number of gifts for me. Most of them i didn't know what they were, or what they were used for. One I remember clearly was a knitted shawl. This one was significant because I knit, often knitting shawls. He was giving me my own gift! As I was calling to him, asking what different gifts were, he was going away, saying he had to get to his next appointment. I could see , through the haze, people waiting, and soon I could only hear Bob, not see him. Before long, he was gone altogether, leaving me to acknowledge my own gifts, and to puzzle out what the other gifts were.
I've had a hard time not having my Bob to go to, to reassure me, challenge me, take me to higher, wider, deeper places. But last night, I think I was in all those places, and was left with his great, enormous, enigmatic gifts, including the gift of myself.
My challenge to myself is to never lose those places again, and to cherish all that Bob left for me.

[Blair Robertson]

Cool, bhasa!

[bhasa leona]

blair, we all know that nothing is everything. by the way, after this weekend, we will be posting a booklet on this site that i have compiled of some of avibob's "nothing poems" ...

[Blair Robertson]

Bhasa, Thank you, and yes, he is so very alive inside me! he always said when he died there would be nothing, but he was wrong! There is so much!

[bhasa leona]

ahhhhh blair, you bring tears... ... a dream is a wish your heart makes ... when you're fast asleep
how wonderful, how marvelous, how amazing, the gifts avi continues to give ...
although we will always miss him forever,
avi's passion, his presence, his insights, his humor can come alive inside of us.