Do you still have dreams of "One Day...."? Are your dreams still alive and pulling you towards their fruition?
My crew and I were laying in bed this morning with husband, Rex-the-border-collie and Kona and Thor, the two 150 lb blue-nose pit bull "pups"! Talk about magic! How do you get that many bodies on a king size bed and how does the bed hold up!
Bill suggested we play steamroller and the rest of us steamrollered him. Great fun but it didn't even dent his Marlboro hard-pack secured in his t-shirt sleeve. He thinks he's James Dean but, honestly, he is more Bill Murray!
The dogs went outside for morning territory staking; we call them 'the boys'. Husband staggered in to take a shower, not a morning person! That left the eight of us laying in bed thinking about dreams and trying to ignore the throbbing in our left ankle after Kona used it as a platform to dive off the bed.
Dreams seem to have a pulse to them, the romantic wouldn't-it-be-nice dreams fade in and out of mind with only momentary bursts of aspiration. There are dreams that lodge themselves in the back of your mind and occasionally clog the works by popping in just when you are about to make a big leap towards the big dream, you know, the real dream that lights your fire and drives your passion.
We stared at the ceiling and took turns sharing what makes us keep keeping on. BabaMara wants to protect the children and the earth. She wants to grow herbs and an organic garden. She has a couple of great recipes for natural scrubs and soaps. She yearns for the day that people of different religions and political parties sit together and ask, "what can we do to help each other?"
She says she wants truth to rise to the top; she wants people to live in integrity and she wants to distill her own brandy and amaretto. She also wants to fill her empty jars with jellies and jams instead of leaving them empty and available for the times she needs to pop some hot head into one for a short time out. She would like to burn all of Sinthya's underwire bras. "If the Goddes wanted them up that high she would have created them on our shoulders!" (p.s. BabaMara cuts a tiny hole in Sinthya's new bras and pulls out the underwire. She gives the crescent shaped wire to Carrie-Anny for her clay work. Synthya has never acknowledged the subterfuge but we all think she knows and is relieved."At Ease" is always better than "Attention!").
"I just want to read Dean Koontz's Odd Thomas series!" Bill's aspirations are always so attainable.
"Odd Thomas, Odd Thomas, Odd Thomas! Can't you think about any one but yourself and Odd Thomas?" Beatrice got her knockers up again today (and without underwire!).
"Yes, yes I do. I often think of how many ways to piss you off and am often, correction, always successful! There are some really good lines in Odd Thomas books and I must study them for future Beatrice-chain-yanking!"
Ms. Machado, BabaMara and myself have joined a book club, hijacking reading-time, so Odd Thomas is going to have to wait. Sorry, Bill.
Carly-Anne's dreams are to study art and have the time to really create. Thankfully, the crew has chosen to bake their own brownies (on occasion) and take turns with dishes, so she is in the studio every day.
Ms. Machado dreams of education. She believes a good education starts at conception. Talking to baby in vitro is very important, letting baby hear good music and reading children's books, poetry and the books of Marianne Williamson, and John Lederach's Building Peace. She believes children should be listened to and danced with, instead of parked in front of electronic babysitters. Reading should continue until 3 or 4 four years of age when baby can start taking turns reading to you.
Mrs. Richardson was not cooperative about dream-talk this morning. "We need to shower and get dressed. If someone comes to the door at find you all still in bed they would think very poorly of us! We need to vacuum and pay bills." I think she dreams of the day when the rest of the gang just complies...a dream doomed for failure.
We all agree that if someone shows up at our door at 6:30 and they are not on fire, they soon will be!
She headed to the laundry to fold clothes and Beatrice followed, complaining about the rest of us lazy-ass slouches, as well as the dogs, who have tracked dew from the yard onto the hardwood floors.
Sinthya dreams of making love in Italian Villas, Vineyards in Napa, France and New Zealand and on the A Spot beach in the moonlight (the A Spot beach is a secret space at Whiskeytown Lake). She dreams of sipping Meukow Vanilla Cognac overlooking the Mediterranean, walking down the streets of Madrid and Seville in a flowing silk dress, wearing a large floppy hat.. There are other dreams in her portfolio but this is not the arena to share such things.
I want to be an author. I have promised myself to write for two hours each day. The crew often tries to pull me away but, for the most part, I am standing my ground. Pandora's Mumford and Sons' channel plays, encouraging my fingers to dance on the keyboard.
I am a writer now and have had a couple of articles published in local rags, no glossy pages in any of them. Though, I have had a couple of ads that I designed in glossy paged publications. My Mandala Art was featured in a Metaphysical E-zine awhile back. I imagined the pages were glossy despite the matte finish on my monitor.
I want to finish my book and see it on Amazon and Goodreads.
When people at parties walk up to me and ask, "What do you do?" Instead of responding with my usual, "Scratch where it itches," I will to answer, "I write!"
When they ask if I am published, the crew and I will answer, "But, of course!"
What are your dreams? Are they fantasies you are chasing or are you on task to make it happen?
What ignites your passion?
My crew and I were laying in bed this morning with husband, Rex-the-border-collie and Kona and Thor, the two 150 lb blue-nose pit bull "pups"! Talk about magic! How do you get that many bodies on a king size bed and how does the bed hold up!
Bill suggested we play steamroller and the rest of us steamrollered him. Great fun but it didn't even dent his Marlboro hard-pack secured in his t-shirt sleeve. He thinks he's James Dean but, honestly, he is more Bill Murray!
The dogs went outside for morning territory staking; we call them 'the boys'. Husband staggered in to take a shower, not a morning person! That left the eight of us laying in bed thinking about dreams and trying to ignore the throbbing in our left ankle after Kona used it as a platform to dive off the bed.
Dreams seem to have a pulse to them, the romantic wouldn't-it-be-nice dreams fade in and out of mind with only momentary bursts of aspiration. There are dreams that lodge themselves in the back of your mind and occasionally clog the works by popping in just when you are about to make a big leap towards the big dream, you know, the real dream that lights your fire and drives your passion.
We stared at the ceiling and took turns sharing what makes us keep keeping on. BabaMara wants to protect the children and the earth. She wants to grow herbs and an organic garden. She has a couple of great recipes for natural scrubs and soaps. She yearns for the day that people of different religions and political parties sit together and ask, "what can we do to help each other?"
She says she wants truth to rise to the top; she wants people to live in integrity and she wants to distill her own brandy and amaretto. She also wants to fill her empty jars with jellies and jams instead of leaving them empty and available for the times she needs to pop some hot head into one for a short time out. She would like to burn all of Sinthya's underwire bras. "If the Goddes wanted them up that high she would have created them on our shoulders!" (p.s. BabaMara cuts a tiny hole in Sinthya's new bras and pulls out the underwire. She gives the crescent shaped wire to Carrie-Anny for her clay work. Synthya has never acknowledged the subterfuge but we all think she knows and is relieved."At Ease" is always better than "Attention!").
"I just want to read Dean Koontz's Odd Thomas series!" Bill's aspirations are always so attainable.
"Odd Thomas, Odd Thomas, Odd Thomas! Can't you think about any one but yourself and Odd Thomas?" Beatrice got her knockers up again today (and without underwire!).
"Yes, yes I do. I often think of how many ways to piss you off and am often, correction, always successful! There are some really good lines in Odd Thomas books and I must study them for future Beatrice-chain-yanking!"
Ms. Machado, BabaMara and myself have joined a book club, hijacking reading-time, so Odd Thomas is going to have to wait. Sorry, Bill.
Carly-Anne's dreams are to study art and have the time to really create. Thankfully, the crew has chosen to bake their own brownies (on occasion) and take turns with dishes, so she is in the studio every day.
Ms. Machado dreams of education. She believes a good education starts at conception. Talking to baby in vitro is very important, letting baby hear good music and reading children's books, poetry and the books of Marianne Williamson, and John Lederach's Building Peace. She believes children should be listened to and danced with, instead of parked in front of electronic babysitters. Reading should continue until 3 or 4 four years of age when baby can start taking turns reading to you.
Mrs. Richardson was not cooperative about dream-talk this morning. "We need to shower and get dressed. If someone comes to the door at find you all still in bed they would think very poorly of us! We need to vacuum and pay bills." I think she dreams of the day when the rest of the gang just complies...a dream doomed for failure.
We all agree that if someone shows up at our door at 6:30 and they are not on fire, they soon will be!
She headed to the laundry to fold clothes and Beatrice followed, complaining about the rest of us lazy-ass slouches, as well as the dogs, who have tracked dew from the yard onto the hardwood floors.
Sinthya dreams of making love in Italian Villas, Vineyards in Napa, France and New Zealand and on the A Spot beach in the moonlight (the A Spot beach is a secret space at Whiskeytown Lake). She dreams of sipping Meukow Vanilla Cognac overlooking the Mediterranean, walking down the streets of Madrid and Seville in a flowing silk dress, wearing a large floppy hat.. There are other dreams in her portfolio but this is not the arena to share such things.
I want to be an author. I have promised myself to write for two hours each day. The crew often tries to pull me away but, for the most part, I am standing my ground. Pandora's Mumford and Sons' channel plays, encouraging my fingers to dance on the keyboard.
I am a writer now and have had a couple of articles published in local rags, no glossy pages in any of them. Though, I have had a couple of ads that I designed in glossy paged publications. My Mandala Art was featured in a Metaphysical E-zine awhile back. I imagined the pages were glossy despite the matte finish on my monitor.
I want to finish my book and see it on Amazon and Goodreads.
When people at parties walk up to me and ask, "What do you do?" Instead of responding with my usual, "Scratch where it itches," I will to answer, "I write!"
When they ask if I am published, the crew and I will answer, "But, of course!"
What are your dreams? Are they fantasies you are chasing or are you on task to make it happen?
What ignites your passion?
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