Nothing visible was broken in either fall. Bones were intact beneath bruised flesh and battered ego. But, I started experiencing weird deviations from my normal behaviors and the occasional spiritual visions interpreted by others as brain damaged hallucinations…
I feel my entire life is but a dream and the moments I lay my head upon the pillow and win the struggle with sleep are the moments I awake into a real reality. I slip into my little warrior…
She looked pained in her sleep. Was the pain inflicted by a bad dream or fear, upon waking, the nightmare would begin? ~David Olson Her lungs heave and hollow in long, rhythmical waves, cresting, falling in equal measure but different rates. The tide rises and falls at the behest of the moon seeking to kiss […]
Sometimes when we love someone and they are hurting and in ain, we are sure that if we could just find “one magic word” we could make it all better for them. ~Jody Williams I woke up this morning completely naked, exposed, vulnerable yet I was still swaddled in my sleep clothing. It was my […]
The great pandemic of our time is comfort that we believe we are entitled to be comfortable. Meaningful things rarely happen in the comfort zone. ~Brené Brown It feels strange to bridge the concept of comfort across the flowing river of life and landing in a space called pandemic. Pandemic screams disease, screams physical hell, […]
She looked pained in her sleep. Was the pain a bad dream or fear upon waking the dream would end and the nightmare begin? I have woken from bad dreams in a cold sweat thrilled the nightmare had ended and I could dance into the new day. I have awakened from a blissful dream into […]
The one flower that smelled like freedom. ~Banana Yoshimoto I smelled freedom in the light scent emitted from a scraggly juniper forcing its way through a small crack in the side of a red rock wall as it twists into the bluing sky on a crisp spring morning.
Coyote knows we do not matter. He knows rocks care nothing for those who wander through them; yet he also knows that those same individuals who care for the rocks will find openings – large openings – that become passageways into the unseen world, where music is heard through doves’ wings and wisdom is gleaned […]
The world of dreams and the world of work are twin realities, like the opposing wings of a butterfly. ~Cristina Garcia If the world of dreams and the world of work are twin realities, what do we make of the world between dream and work?
One solitary buzzard rocked lazily in the sky. ~Juan Rulfo If I was to suborn the creator to bestow form for my next incarnation, it would be to be born into the Accipiter family preferably in the order Vultur or Falco, vultures or hawks, carrion feeder or fresh flesh eater. Both have their allure.
I wonder if, in the dark night of the sea, the octopus dreams off me. ~N. Scott Momaday It is a propensity of the human species to place ourselves on a pedestal and look down upon every other species extant or extinct as inferior. We even subdivided ourselves into levels of superiority ridiculously correlated to […]
I am in a shallow boat running low. The oars stroke rhythmically, consistently, no deviation in time or speed, tick tock mind the clock. Push, drop, pull, raise, glide. Tick. Push the arms forward. Tock. Drop the blades in the water. Wind the clock. Tick. Pull using all the muscles in the back and arms […]
I had thinned out the social stimuli in my life and become a full-time desert ascetic. ~Ellen Meloy I have unconsciously or subconsciously been preparing myself. Clues tell me, clues point in the direction gravitating toward increasing asceticism. Clues such as increasing isolation. Increasing forays into the desert of my soul. Given a choice, I […]
Originally posted on Adventures of an American Traveler:
There are few situations more frightening than sitting comfortably with your back against a smooth rock on a gloriously hot, dry, and sunny day breathing pristine mountain air without a worry until hearing an agitated buzzing and realizing you are face to face and within striking distance…
You are one half woman and one half dream. ~Rabindranath Tagore Teak eyes. Raven hair. Lithe. Supple. Crooked Smile. Creative. Intelligent. Caring. Loving. Dream? Reality?
Boys in baggy sweaters and long-haired girls drink their cafés-crème and pet each other with the slow gracefulness of cats or plants. ~Julio Cortázar In a few days, I will be on a beach with a long haired brunette, hand in hand, drinking morning tea and black coffee while saluting the sun rising over the […]
There is a bird sleeping in all good wines. ~Julio Cortázar Does a bird sleeping in a bottle of wine imply the taste is light and airy or that living dreams are stored in the aromatic bouquet? Is the bird Hummingbird, tiny, ruby-throated jewel hovering over the red nectar of my mind flicking its long […]
Somewhere on a desert highway She rides a Harley-Davidson Her long blonde hair flyin’ in the wind She’s been runnin’ half her life The chrome and steel she rides Collidin’ with the very air she breathes The air she breathes. ~Neil Young I love this song for the melody and the lyrics, more so for […]
If a little dreaming is dangerous, the cure for it is not to dream less but to dream more, dream all the time. ~Marcel Proust The danger in little dreams is they taunt us into believing they are the ultimate reality when they are merely a stepping stone, or stones, stop gaps to the realization […]
I took a deep breath and listened to the old brag of my heart. I am, I am, I am. ~Sylvia Plath I exist, I think. I have memories, but they are so blurred by time, I no longer am able to determine if they are real plumbed depths of personal history exposing artifacts from […]