Letting Go

In a previous post, I mentioned having a nightmare where I woke up to the sound of my own voice in the middle of the night.  What I didn't say is that I actually woke up sobbing.  Perhaps Malarone was the instigator, but the subject of the dream was definitely one that I held close to my heart and felt I never resolved properly.  It has taken three attempts, eleven days in one of the poorest countries in the world, two nightmares, twenty-one days of anti-malarial drugs, and six months for me to just let go.  Buddha is right.  Come what may; I am so much happier.