I like dreaming


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“And I learned what is obvious to a child. That life is simply a collection of little lives, each lived one day at a time. That each day should be spent finding beauty in flowers and poetry and talking to animals. That a day spent with dreaming and sunsets and refreshing breezes cannot be bettered.” – Nicholas Sparks, The Notebook

Dreams are so weird, at least mine are, most of the time. I once had a dream dictionary so I could look up the meaning of my dreams, even though it strictly advised that dreams are subjective. In other words, what the color red, for example, means to me will not have the same meaning for someone else. It requires a lot of deep thinking to figure out what the symbolism inherent in dreams means to me. I don’t have time to interpret my dreams these days. Between work and home life my schedule will not allow me the time to spend on indulging myself with what dreams may mean.

Still, it is intriguing and can give great insights. It’s too bad I can no longer give them much thought. It was actually a lot of fun, and sometimes very instructive. I do like fantasy worlds, after all. And dreams can be that. They can also be horrendously realistic, sometimes frighteningly so – like a masked man banging down your door while holding a knife in his hand – that’s the stuff of nightmares for sure! My imagination can get a little out of hand. I remember scaring the daylights out of myself when I was a child. The mental images were so real! But, I like dreaming. Dreams can take me places my pocketbook never could. And sometimes they can lead to an inspiration that pays off in real life. Just because I no longer spend hours on dream interpretation doesn’t mean I’ve ceased paying attention.

“Without leaps of imagination or dreaming, we lose the excitement of possibilities. Dreaming, after all, is a form of planning.” – Gloria Steinem

“A garden to walk in and immensity to dream in – what more could he ask? A few flowers at his feet and above him the stars.” – Victor Hugo, Les Miserables

 

 

 

God’s sense of humour


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When we had to move from the home I loved I was extremely disappointed. It was not so much the house itself, but the location. There were several mature trees on the lot and it was right across the road from a nature trail. And so, I prayed about it. ‘Please, God, help us find a home that suits our needs. Send me a sign when we find the right place.’  The new place is lovely – much roomier than our previous abode. I have to say the location is not nearly as ideal, but I had neglected to add ‘must have mature trees and lots of birds’. At any rate when we came to look at this house we moved into I had to laugh for on the wall were several biblical quotes, including “With God all things are possible”. Needless to say, we took the place.

But I have been missing the birdsong and the variety of winged visitors I had enjoyed at the previous address. Then a couple of weeks ago a pair of American robins built their nest in a flower box situated on the railing of my next-door neighbor’s front steps. It is literally a few feet away from us and I can watch her from the window very easily. It is as though the creator read my mind and granted me the beauty of watching this mama robin. A few days ago, the eggs hatched and now we are treated to scenes of both parents delivering food to their chicklets.

God goes by many names and concepts – whatever you may believe, I hope you see evidence of the creator at work and enjoy the wonderful sense of humor. I am grateful and feeling very blessed.