dream

Ok I really don't remember much about these two dreams but here is the jist of it.

I am in a fairly large house. It feels very spacious because of the lack of walls each room is open to the others. Charlie Sheen comes walking up to me. I don't know how but suddenly I have a pair of kitchen knives and I cut off both his hands.

Weird

In another, I go with friends in the evening to have some coffee at the local shop. lots of people around. I place the order. when the coffee comes out, the friends I was with becomes a woman in a wheel-chair who refuses the coffee and disappears from the room.

even stranger.

John Muir day

“Most people are on the world, not in it - having no conscious sympathy or relationship to anything about them - undiffused, separate, and rigidly alone like marbles of polished stone, touching but separate”

“Memories may escape the action of the will, may sleep a long time, but when stirred by the right influence, though that influence be light as a shadow, they flash into full stature and life with everything in place”

Having spent a long weekend feeling alienated and alone, coupled with not being able to sleep last night. (a very rare occurance for me but becoming more frequent) After managing to grab an hour or so, for some reason in my groggy stupor, I thought of this verse this morning... "Sorrow is better than laughter, because a sad face is good for the heart." - Ecclesiastes 7:3 In reality I think I am facinated by this whole passage of scripture. Especially 26. "I find more bitter than death the woman who is a snare, whose heart is a trap and whose hands are chains. The man who pleases God will escape her, but the sinner she will ensnare." How many of these women have I known? Most of them actually. Which I believe speaks much more of me than of them. I am the sinner who wants to be snared trapped and or chained... damn tourists.

I'm Intrigued

Kayak anyone?

Dream

Last night I had a dream that I had long hair. Again or still I dont know, since I used to years ago. Someone unseen was styling/taking care of it. Just hands tying it in a knot then changing it. Eventually it/they just pulled the top half back and put it in a hair tie. The dream was oddly real and even on waking up I thought I still had long hair, until of course I looked in the mirror realized my hair was short and thought "Oh, that was a strange dream". Weird.

Nostalgia

You know I really miss the St Patrick day gatherings we used to have at my friends Tom & Andy's. Events there were always warm and giving and I always felt part of a group or community. Everyone was always welcome. Too much good food, good beer and good company. Frequently it was a day long event. Po' boys early in the day when the cooking was going on. then on to Tom's Moms Soda bread, Irish Cheddar, Corned beef and cabbage, music, beer, fires in the fire place. Tom almost cutting his thumb off with an axe... Thinking about all that just makes me miss it even more.

Suprise weekend visit

So this weekend I ran to the Tricities for a quick visit and got to see one of my beautiful grand babies... It is always wonderful to spend some time with the little ones.

Birthdays

So today is my oldest daughters birthday. It is amazing to realize that it has been 26 years. It seems like it was only yesterday that she came home. A little amazing bundle of new life with a head full of dark hair. I remember holding her for the first time. My perfect little baby girl. and now, she has her own perfect little girl with a head full of dark hair to hold and be amazed by. So does her sister, my other perfect little girl. I guess that is the one thing that doesn't change. "Time passing" I mean. I must be getting older because I am currently riding this crazy wave of nostalgia...

Dream

of the Apocalypse. Or perhaps more like post apocalypse. Everything was clean and in good shape. There was no real destruction like in all those Hollywood movies. More like people just died. Just empty. More empty. Few people left. no cannibals or anything like that because there was plenty of food with so few people to eat it. Just good people in an empty wilderness, good people in an empty city. Weird. I was a wanderer. A traveller walking from place to place.

It's coming down

Woke up this morning to a "dusting" of new snow...

Dream

I had gum in my mouth that I don't remember chewing.
I was trying to talk to someone but, the words wouldn't come out.
I took the gum out of my mouth but, it stuck to my lips and face.
I kept trying to pick the gum off my lips and face but, more kept getting stuck.
I woke up feeling frustrated.

Early... Too Early

What the moon looks like in a cloudy sky

when you can't sleep

and its almost morning anyway

Ava

Sweet grandbaby Ava

Blue Moon Yurt

More ink ideas

The swirly bit not the text

in combination with something else.

perhaps a celtic double spiral pattern?

I do like this. Everything must mean something. Inner path. Outer path. all connected. 3 in 1

Hmm.. interesting.