Just My Imagination

Did someone call my name this morning as I was slowly waking up- my full name, "Anthony"- as my mother used to do?

Well, of course they did. I heard it. And whether I heard it with my physical ears or simply "in my head" makes no difference. I had the experience- and every experience is as real as every other experience.

We're imagining the whole shooting match- the shared realities as much as the seeming anomalies. Imagination is all there is...