Dreams and Snow Fall

The day began on the sidewalk. Standing under the powdered snow canopy of a mature tree I saw 3 deer poke their heads out from behind tall bushes. They eyed me but were far more interested in the small dog heading their way. The human handler almost made the mistake of following his dog. Glad he slowed down and waited for the deer to make their move. It's best not to frighten them by walking right into them.

Photo Credit: (c)deyanira.

Somewhere in the middle of the morning's deer sighting and rescue from leaving my keys hanging off the key rack, I found my smile. I can only laugh at myself for having to stand at the driveway for twenty minutes. I'm in good spirits these days waking from dreams never before had.

Not to everyone, but for some, remembered dreams illustrate parallels of waking life. I've written about mine before. Not just descriptions but discussing the odd connections and surprising insight. Food has made a reappearance. Nourishment. 

A typical food dream, for me, is walking the halls of grocery stores taking stock of the abundance of cheeses, fruit, and bags of potato chips. I don't eat any of it. I can't access it. At the register, the cart filled with food is left behind. I walk across parking lots empty-handed.  A common interpretation of the appearance of food is that consuming it is to nourish oneself. If you can't eat in your dream, you are unable to "take care" of yourself in the waking world. There is something in your life that you are unable to nourish, like your heart, mind, soul, body. 

Five days ago, I awoke having dreamed of stuffing so much food in my mouth that I couldn't chew! But, that didn't stop me from eating and eating and eating. First time ever. This is a big deal. This aligns perfectly with the state of things in my waking world. There is a sense of stability. Of groundedness. Direction. Calm. This is no coincidence, people. 

On this Wednesday, #WindowWednesday in some internet circles, I submit a photo taken within the last week. Nothing but raindrops to wash away all the burdens. There are enough drops for everyone. 

This day ends with a strange sense of accomplishment. 

Fear Not

We can't be afraid of what we hold inside. Our minds. Our hearts. We carry all that is the Universe. The past. The future. The every day. The light. The dark. You are the culmination of every person that lived and died before you. You are the catalyst of the next generation of people that will carry you all through their lives. We never really die - just cease to exist. 

I wrote a bad poem, as bad poems go.  Won't be the last and certainly not the first. I'm good at 'em. They take time. They're not easy. Challenging as they are, I love to write 'em.

Rain falls.
Leaves fell.
Snow floats to the ground.
I think I may, I think I might run down these halls.
Holding secrets I'll never tell.

You seek me. But, I hide in a place that can't be found.

~ⓒdeyanira.

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This Hubble Telescope image is known as the Galaxy Cluster Abell 370. It's quickly become a favorite because of the tail-like or snake-like star field in the center. If you can, zoom in and take a look. It's fascinating. 

You can download this photo, here. Also, on the same page, read about the BUFFALO program. This is helping Hubble capture an even wider range. 

Galaxy Cluster Abell 370
September 13, 2018
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