Do you know how many posts I've started in the past week?
A LOT.
But they all fizzle out before I can hit PUBLISH POST
Ah lah.
I finally got one going today that I actually thought I would finish, but half of it got lost in internet hyperspace and I can't quite get it together to rewrite it.
So here's the short version
I'm not sleeping well.
I'm having weird dreams.
My dreams are conjured by posts I read.
I dreamt of my mom.
She was young. And smiling. And her eyes sparkled.
The seeds of this dream were planted by Sister Adrienne here.
I think it's the first time I've ever dreamed of her.
Ever
A few nights later I dreamt I lived in a house like this.
Check it out here.
In the dream I was calm and light hearted
and woodland creatures scurried around my ankles
and bluebirds flew around my head.
And I dreamt of this lady
I think these seeds were sprinkled by this pict at Ms. Moon's house.
Today is Ms. Moon's birthday.
And Frida left this world 15 days before Ms. Moon entered it.
So.
If anyone would like to post about
him
or him
or him
be my guest
Happy Birthday Ms. Moon
Oooooh! I love that hobbit house! Off to follow the link...
ReplyDeleteHappy Birthday to Ms. Moon.
ReplyDeleteAlso, I'm so glad your mom came to visit.
xo
I totally want to visit that cottage in the forest.
ReplyDeleteDreaming is good, right? Your subconscious working through things as your body heals?
ReplyDeleteEmbrace R.E.M. girl, especially when it brings you your gorgeous, smiling mom. Healing.
(that house is too cute)
funny.
ReplyDeleteyou dreaming of a hobbit house when you couldn't keep your eyes awake through the movie...'the spirit is willing, but the body is weak' matthew 46:21(not to start a blog riot, or anything).
but i'd say something about home(duh), family(double duh), and grounding yourself into the depth of all that is patchamama, earthly, and real(duh...ahhh!).
but then again what do i know...i am a bug(to quote the dalai lama's teacher).
in any case, i'd take the dream world over the waking these days; lately, it's hard to know the difference.
i can't WAIT for mexico!!!
p.s. i found this 'detritus' at the bottom of the page, making me wonder who is the fly on the wall of MY dreams...
Your fairy is called Columbine Icedancer
She is a bone chilling bringer of justice for the vulnerable.
She lives in mushroom fields and quiet meadows.
She is only seen when the bees swarm and the crickets chirrup.
She wears lilac and purple like columbine flowers. She has icy blue butterfly wings.
God, I hope you don't go to my blog and dream about right-wing Republicans and truckers in the south.
ReplyDeleteI would now like to go to sleep and dream about living in that cottage with my boyfriend. Can't post about him this week though..maybe when I get back from vacation.
ReplyDeleteI hope you don't dream about anything from my blog. I post some pretty disturbing shit.
ReplyDeleteYou are loved.
If I dream about any of those men, I will be EVEN MORE grateful that I know you.
ReplyDeleteI love to dream and sometimes they can be pretty damm wacky! I love that little cottage house in the woods. Looks like a lovely little spot to get away from it all!
ReplyDeleteI wish I ever had good dreams- it's all work and scary things. Sometimes I dream about sex, but never with anyone attractive. Enjoy your subconscious sojourns.
ReplyDeleteThank-you, Michelle. I am sitting in a motel room in Helen, Georgia (do not come here, ever) and reading this. It has been a full moon, you know, and that can bring out the weirdest in dreams.
ReplyDeleteI wish I could post about something that made you so very happy to dream about. Soon you will be in Mexico and you will have your very own true-heart dreams.
That I am sure of.
And I love you....Mary
oh, this made me laugh.
ReplyDeleteisn't it crazy how we can have dreams from blogs?
Darn! I missed Mrs. Moon's Bday?!
ReplyDeleteSorry you're feeling so punky, as Mom would say. Hope things are looking up soon.