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’ve been taking lots of pictures as usual here in Nova Scotia, but haven’t been very diligent about editing and post-production, nor posting them on social media. This old blog has been ignored for some time. Perhaps if it had any traffic or I had any indication that anyone besides me ever visits it or enjoys the content I’d update more often. Hint, hint, hint.
Anyhow, I discovered that Google Photos will automatically detect images that I take as I pan the majestic views I am witness to. This is without having to switch to “panorama” mode and consciously take a panning shot. I prefer this as it is both a surprise when my smart ass phone tells me it made me something special, and because then I have the individual shots as well.
The problem is they don’t post well on social media. Facebook, I’m talking about you. So I’m attempting a solution by posting thumbs on a blog post so that you can then click to see full screen and either see the entire image fit to your screen or enlarge it to full height and pan your screen to vicariously experience what it’s like to stand on my balcony at sunset or on my beach or in the estuary or elsewhere and enjoy the vistas.
There was a murder out on Astaak Point yesterday morning, November 14. Biggest flocking together of crows I’d ever seen. Noisy too.
It was one of those spectacular mornings that made me get up from the computer every 15 minutes or so and take a ton of pictures. I hate editing and trying to choose just a few to share on social media so I fell back on my old standby method of dropping the whole shoot into the movie maker and picking a song to go along.
So enjoy a morning on Astaak Point at my new home above Clam Bay, Nova Scotia and listen to Boy George and Culture Club perform one of their most lovely songs. Continue reading →