Those who dream by day
are cognizant of many things
that escape those who dream only at night.
Edgar Allan Poe
These days have grown dark and darker. My Spirit is weary of the hatred and noise, the unrest and outrage, the lies and the very great loss all around. Loss of Trust. Loss of Hope. Loss of Love.
What allows us to continue to Dream in such times? Some say Dreams are only misfiring electrical stimuli in our brains. An expulsion of left over energy from the day that our body is shuffling off, but I Believe Dreams are much more. Can a misfiring electrical impulse fill our hearts with Hope? Would a shuffling off of left over energy Inspire and stir us to action? I think not.
Dreams live within us, each hour of every day. They softly whisper, whether we are listening or not. Today, we fill our days with so much other noise we barely notice. Outside electrical stimuli has blinded us to our own internal sources; yet when we finally shut off, when the hours of moonlight and stars hush our rushing haste, our Essence is still able to speak.
Speak through Dreams.
Dreams teach us things we’ve forgotten. They Remind of those who have gone before and places we’ve left behind. They touch us with gentle, and sometimes not so gentle, imagery that leaves us wondering, but do they speak truth or merely prattle nonsense?
I Believe they tell us things we need to remember. They speak about our strengths as well as our weaknesses. They Guide us, or would Guide us, if we allowed them.
I have recurring themes in many of my dreams. I often dream of tidal waves threatening to sweep me and my loved ones away. Or I am driving my car and the brakes fail. I even have a recurring dream about a house that has a witch abiding in the attic whom I fear more than anything else.
Odd? Maybe. But if I take a moment to think about these images, I realize that I dream about waves and being swept away when I’m stressed and over-burdened. Is my body telling me what I’m ignoring so I can better cope with the challenges of the Day? When I dream about my car losing its brakes, is my body whispering that I’m feeling out of control and in danger of being hurt? Is the witch that lives in the attic the dark negativity in my mind that casts spells of fear and suspicion that could bewitch and mislead me?
‘Those who dream by day
are cognizant of many things
that escape those who dream only at night.’
What are your Dreams telling you?
Beautiful Original Artwork by: Jim Warren
Forces ever combating
Without and Within
To take part in the Daily Haiku Challenge see The Original Post from Day One
Day 224 / 365
Beautiful Photograph found on Pinterest. Credit Gratefully Acknowledged to the Original Photographer. Thank You~
It has been some while and I know some of you may be wondering what happened to me. Where have I been? What is going on? Never fear, I am still here. Life threw me a vicious curve and knocked me off my feet, but I’m in the process of brushing myself off and getting back up. Your notes of concern and friendship, your prayers and hugs and the positive energy streaming in my direction have been and continue to be a great Comfort and beacon of Hope.
THANK YOU EVER SO~
Not to go into too great detail, but so you are more aware, should you care to be, the sad news I (we- as in, my family) received last week is that my mother has advanced Leukemia. Time is precious (more so than usual) and friends and family have been stopping by. So, I have been dealing with this new reality and struggling to put my Faith forward, in spite of it all, Trusting.
Life moves on, like the ever rushing stream (as my poem this morning expresses). I find my thoughts twisting from shadows to bright ribbons of light, and I have been contemplating many things we all rather not consider. So my poetry/posts may be few and far between, my comments lacking, my responses delayed….I am sorry. This too shall pass and the Blessing of prolific words shall return. Until then, be patient with me, Sweet Friends; I shall make every effort to continue onward.
Twist in my stomach
Pain in my Smile
There is no way
I can Beguile
Myself into thinking
This was a good day
Frustration and Stress
OH how I must Pray!
Filling my Being
Keeps me from Seeing
The Beauty Before Me
The Steadying Arms
Hovering Near me
Protecting from Harm
Muffling the Words I Might Say
Tears and Weariness
How I Long to Pray
A Few Quiet Moments
Silence, Away from the Fray
Will Soothe All the madness
When I Stop and Pray.
Beautiful Original Artwork by: Fernanda Brussi Goncalves