Dont cry because its over, smile because its happened.

Had a dream . Family was up on some big shore rock, like Santa Cruz, and the beach, looking down at it , and it was night, dark, thick forest was on the sand, shore . I was looking up at them from below, at the distance in the night, I had some power by which I could spark some fire or something. And I was sad, as I peered away into the dense windy thick green dark forest, I yelled out Govinda. And then paused, and Govinda again I yelled. I believe I may have had tears in my eyes.

As you age, or advance spiritually, like a snake sheds its old skin, you remove the old self, the old ways for the new ones.