I like dreaming


“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




Putting up the Christmas tree

We put up the Christmas tree last evening and started decorating the house. It’s not finished yet. There are lots of finishing touches yet to be done, but I have to admit there is something about placing treasured ornaments on the boughs that gave me a much needed lift. The past month has been very trying. As I placed owl ornaments on the tree I thought of Chris – he collected owls. Was there some cosmic spirit at work that moved my daughter to give me owl ornaments? She bought them a few years ago – long before the tragic events that took our brother from us. Now I see owls everywhere – they have become quite a fad in recent years. Owls represent wisdom and a spirituality that lies within the dark of night. May this dark night usher forth the faith and wisdom we all need in our family and in our society and may the peaceful spirit of Christmas bring us all solace and good will.