A beautiful friend of mine has been showing recently through photography and through example that we live the physical dream…such a sweet reminder…as dreams go they can turn you any which way, often frighten you…of course that’s when we forget that it is we who control the dream. They are meant to be whatever we wish for ourselves whether it be jumping out of a plane, spending time with grandparents or climbing some obscure mountain. This world in which we live is here to teach and astonish. It makes me laugh how quick I am to see what is around each and every corner, behind every idea; we want the answer to every question we ask and every decision that we make.
Lately I am sleeping in later and dreaming more. It is quite a treat. I truly enjoy the time between sleeping and waking. It gives me time to control my dreams; I am in complete control for those brief moments. I am able to envision things exactly in whatever color that I want. When you dream is it in color? I think that sometimes I dream in black and white. I wake feeling more dull some mornings and vibrant others, at first I thought it was the ratio of sleep to physical exertion, but now my new school of thought is that it is completely dependent on whether or not I dream in color. Laying here in the mornings and late night I think of friends and being in rich deep dark green meadows eating picnics and viewing people that you dream of trading places with. I look up these granite faces and wonder what each individual person is thinking right now: are they scared? Are they wondering when this pitch will end? are the dreaming of their next adventure? In the mornings I sit and wonder when my adventure is coming.
Hopefully its sooner than later…
