Saturday, August 24, 2013
For the first time in four years, I have not kept up with the August Break. I have decided that I will not beat myself up about this fact.
Often times we watch and wait for things that do not appear. We dream of far off destinations and transformation.
I shall continue to wait, patiently.
Sunday, August 4, 2013
Love. What can be said about love that has not already been said?
Katherine Hepburn said "Love has nothing to do with what you are expecting to get, only with what you are expecting to give."
Love does does not grow under pressure. It is not something to be contained, allowed only to breathe within that which contains it.
Love is energy. Love is growth. Love is healing. Love Is Unconditional.
Saturday, August 3, 2013
“It's no fun to be yellow. Maybe I'm not all yellow. I don't know. I think maybe I'm just partly yellow and partly the type that doesn't give much of a damn if they lose their gloves. One of my troubles is, I never care too much when I lose something - it used to drive mother crazy when I was a kid. Some guys spend days looking for something they've lost. I never seem to have anything that if I lost it I'd care too much. Maybe that's why I'm partly yellow. It's no excuse, though. It really isn't. What you should be is not yellow at all.”
― J.D. Salinger, The Catcher in the Rye
Friday, August 2, 2013
Thursday, August 1, 2013
It is time for the August Break, once again. How time flies! This is just about the only time of the year that I post on a regular basis, and therefore, always look forward to it.
I have been asking myself recently, why a blog? Sometimes I feel like the smallest fish in the pond. I don't have anything earth shattering that I feel I need to share with the world, that can not be found through other means.
I find it, in my case, to be a place to gather things that mean something to me, such as photos that I have shot and words that go deep into the place I dwell.
Sometimes you will find a quote that speaks to me, a song lyric that is relevant to my life at a particular moment, a passage from a book that I am reading, etc...
It is nice to have a little corner in which to place my thoughts, mainly for me to look back and reflect on the place I was at a particular juncture of my life.
A place I can swim freely, without all of the eyes of the world watching, but allowing those who want take a little peak below the surface, to do so.
Welcome to The August Break for those of you that are joining for the first time, and Welcome back, to those who are returning.
Monday, July 22, 2013
Pleasant Dreams. Scary Dreams. Ordinary Dreams.
Dreams from the Past. Dreams of the Future. Dreams of the Moment.
What are we trying to tell ourselves? If anything. I believe that most of the time our dreams can be traced back to the events of the day. However, there are rare instances I feel dreams are alerting us to something. Tapping into something we didn't witness first hand, yet something we needed to see.
A few years ago, my daughter woke up in a panic, stating that someone had stolen grandma's car. Sure enough, within the week, her car was stolen.
Several years ago, I had a dream in which someone I had known showed up in my classroom. I was teaching and noticed this person sitting in the back. He stood up and left the room without saying a word. After sending an email to this person, I learned that he had just come home from the hospital; cancer.
Just over a year ago, I had a dream in which I watched someone I had known very well be put into a police car, this short image popped-up in the middle of another unrelated dream. Within the week I was told that this person had indeed been arrested, on exactly the same night I had the dream.
Fast forward to last night. I had a dream in which the same person appeared. This time I was attending a party of some sort. I had to walk through a part of the building, that I can only describe as a drug house, to get to the part of the building that the party was being held, which was like an old tavern, and nothing like the first part of the building. At one point, I had to leave and reenter, again, moving through this first part of the building. On the way in I passed a person in a long hallway, this person was looking at something on the wall. As I passed by, I did not initially recognize this person. Though as I passed, I felt that I did indeed know this person. They turned and looked at me, without saying anything. I did know this person, yet I didn't recognize him. He gave me a hug, and within that space of time, I knew things were not okay. Without words being said, I knew this had something to do with addiction, and that this person needed help. I tried to convince the person to come with me, and talk to their mother, who for some reason was also attending the party. There was refusal, and I had to leave the person there, knowing that there was nothing I could do for them.
I do believe in Karmic seeds and the role they play in dreams. However, I still am at a loss as to the purpose behind certain connections.
Monday, April 15, 2013
Sunday, January 20, 2013
At times, the things we should be grateful for take a backseat to the things that hurt us. I began a journal of five things each day that I am thankful for. Some days I really have to stop and think, reflect on my day. So many simple, little, wonderful things happen each day, I forget them once they pass. I have the desire to train myself to recognize them as they happen, and make a mental note.
Daily 5 - Sunday:
Sleeping In. It has been so long since I have been able to sleep past 6:00 am. There is no better feeling than to wake up leisurely.
Big Fluffy Snowflakes. They fall so slowly, creating a sense of time slowing down.
Communication. Messages from friends. Staying in touch, no matter how busy you or they are.
Hot Bath. I have only had two or three in over a year. I generally prefer a hot shower. I'm grateful to have the option of either.
Inspiration. From the depths of sadness, anger, and confusion, comes meaningful art. As well from, the beautiful face in a photograph from the past.