 | Current mood:F*ing Garbagepeople! Category: Dreams and the Supernatural ~ Van Morrison Well, it's a marvelous night for a moondance "Full "Worm" (American Indian -- from earthworms coming to soil surface during Spring thaw), or "Chaste" Moon. Other names: Full "Crow" Moon, Full "Crust" Moon, Full "Sugar" Moon, Full "Sap" Moon." I knew the full moon was coming. Temperments, strange eating habbits, weird sleeping patterns, sex talk in all the blogs increasing, all the signs were there. I just forgot. Not so much forgot but put onto the backburner of my mind. I've moved so far away from the days when I'd dance under the moonlight celebrating my spirituality. I don't know where my path turned from where it once was. All I know is that I don't honor my spirituality as I once did. I have determined that I need find the overgrown path and in keeping with Spring cleaning, clear it and find my way back to where I once was. Not moving backward. Yet finding the path I walked not so long ago. The other thing that told me a full moon approached...the dreams I've been having. The other night I dreamed of Chris buying me a fire engine red Barracuda convertible (my favorite car of all times like the one on Nash Bridges) with a white top...red leather interior. Wow did it have power! All it needed was just a tap on the gas pedal and careful for the whiplash and you were off! Another night I dreamed of being a chef in a popular restaurant. I had to cook carrots for one of the recipes but I couldn't find any. Last night I had more dreams than I can even remember. I just know that I dreamed. One that I do remember had to do with my waking up and seeing the moon streaming in through the blinds in the window near my bed. The moon filled a pond with moonlit water. It was pure moonlight. Not really water. It shimmered and when I slipped into the "water" it felt like warm silk. Caressing and comfortable. Then the garbage truck stopped in front of the house and woke me up. What do they mean? I don't really have a concern with that right now. There have been too many. What I need to do is ask the same question each night. What are you trying to tell me that I'm not hearing or listening to? Is there something I need to know that my conscious is not allowing awareness of? Before I go to bed I need to relax and remind myself to remember my dreams. Write them down when I wake up in the morning. Then I'll find out what message has been playing in my mind.So in keeping with it being the Sugar/Sap Moon, I'm going to have pancakes for breakfast...with syrup drizzled all over them to the point of floating them! |
Tuesday, March 10, 2009
MOONDANCE
Monday, March 9, 2009
Sit comfortably while I tell you a story.
What story will it be?, you ask.
Well, it is the greatest story of all time! It is the story of you.
How wonderful it would be to have someone tell us our story! Our purpose. Our reality. Our destiny. However you want to name it. I have found that when people search for answers it is much easier to look without than within.
Who is the narrator of your story? You are.
You don't like the job you're in...write a new career into your story. If you are not happy with something...write a new scene. Easier said than done? No not really. Once you set your mind to doing it each step becomes smoother and lighter. That safety zone that you're in really is just a comfort zone. You've let your dreams slip away because you thought they were unattainable or you could be satisfied with what you have. Well if you were satisfied, you wouldn't be commenting on not liking your job or your house or car or hairstyle or partner.
My mother has her clients write a short biography of themselves when they come into group therapy sessions. She has found that people look at this in horror. Her clients have looked outside themselves for comfort or safety or release or escape. They have not been able to really see their story. They lost the book or a few pages have been torn out. What they realize in the exercise is that they are not the sum of the words on the pages. They are so much more. They are not defined by or limited by what their biography states...only by what they think or how they act.
Now I myself have difficulty writing my own biography. I just can't seem to find a beginning. I have many stories to grasp and cull a great tale out of but so do many others. So my own thoughts create my limitations.
Words are magic. When you write down your desires, your fears, your thoughts, your dreams...you can work through or manifest those things you want to achieve. Sometimes it doesn't happen for a long period. I won't use the term: time. Time is relative to each individual. We each determine how fast or slow time passes. When we pay attention to the "time" it moves slow. When we loose ourselves in the moment, it "flies".
So write and do not stop. Do not limit yourself. When you feel limitations or something holding you back, push past it. If that doesn't work, step away from the paper and pen for a little while. But go back. Your story will not write itself. You were given Free Will. Use it. Don't let it slip away. You can choose your path just like you can choose your dinner. Sometimes you're just not hungry but you need the nourishment anyway.
I don't write this all for any one in particular. In fact it is a pep talk to myself more than anyone. I wrote it because it seemed timely for me. Words that others have written or said in the past couple of days have really touched me deep. Thank you for giving me much to think about....and to write.
Saturday, March 7, 2009
LOST AND WON
Down to earth then sinks the sun
Along with everything that was lost and won
When the day is done
When the day is done
Hope so much your race will be all run
Then you find you jumped the gun
Have to go back where you began
When the day is done ~ Norah Jones