Thunder is rumbling in the distance. Raindrops streak the windows as I peer through at squalls raking the silvered bay below. Bursts of luminescence break through the gloomy skies spraying bright hope here and there, and so I step outside to look for rainbows.
This afternoon I find none, but as I wait, and these words form themselves in my mind, the passing storm moves out to sea, and now the sun warms my face. and thoughts of love warm my heart.
I dream. You dream. We all dream dreams. We dream them asleep and awake. I don’t usually remember the dreams I dream when I’m asleep. I do remember the dreams I dream when I’m awake and dreaming of the dreams I want to make real. Without conscious thought, I sometimes discover that I have made those dreamy dreams come true. Sometimes, when I least expect it, when I don’t even imagine it to be possible, the dreamiest of dreams becomes real…or seems about to become real.
The dreamiest dream I ever dreamed feels like it is about to become real. My dreamiest dream now is that it will. My nightmare is that I will somehow screw up and turn this dream into a nightmare by trying too hard, or not trying hard enough, or doing something stupid, or something…and the dream will only be a dreamlike dream and vanish like the dreams I dream while I sleep always do, and I will awake to realize it was all just a dream.
Yet I still dream the dream. I dream that dreams can come true, will come true, if only you dream then long enough and believe in them.
The dream I’m talking about is love, someone to love, someone who loves me, someone to dream the dreamy dreams I dream with me and work together to make them real. To make that dream our life’s purpose and real reality.
I’m coming to this post via a sort of backwards completion process. Only the reverse of that. LOL.
Backwards completion is the method of visualizing your end point or goal and then figuring out how to get there. I did the opposite to come to the insight I hope to share in this post and this video compilation of images. One step in front of the other until I realized where I was. Continue reading →
There is a place called Three Fathom Harbour I’d seen on the maps and driven past a road to it on the way to Lawrencetown. We didn’t head over that way more than a couple times this year, so I never checked it out. I’d heard there was a pretty consistent surf break out on the point of land on the west side of it called The Wreck. I was told it was a nice easy walk out along the well maintained public Atlantic View Trail.
Edging…its a very long way down.
Finally in early October I determined we were going to go check it out, so off we went early one morning. As usual I brought along George and my phone and snapped a few shots along the way. Turns out the fork we took led to a very steep cliff and along the edge of it for a ways. Looking at the soft crumbling soil and remembering the heavy rains we’d had the past week, and George’s newfound penchant for living life on the edge…I decided to backtrack and find another route out to the point rather than the one along the cliff edge. I think I know the real reason the beach below it is called Terminal Beach. Very surprised there are no warning signs or flags or anything. A truly dangerous place… Continue reading →
Yesterday I woke up without a dog beside the bed. I walked downstairs without the sound of a dog following me down. I started the coffee without putting food in the dog bowl first. I sat on the toilet without a dog pushing the door open and pushing his head between my knees to look at me with those unbelievably loving eyes…
I love to go for rides in the car and swim and fetch sticks & balls. I also like to play tuggie with socks, and ‘you can’t catch me’ around the bed with my Daddy, Stanley. (he’s a human) My favorite place to go is the beach, especially the one with the big pond at the end of a creek. It’s great for swimming. I’m still a little afraid of the waves in the ocean, but sometimes there’s dead seals or other carcasses I like to roll in and get real stinky, if my Daddy doesn’t catch me first. Continue reading →