the dreaming Press.

The gathering.

 

Would you do me the honour of playing our little game again?  It was so much fun reading your compositions the last time, so I decided to do another one.   You are all smart and creative and you make this comments section alive with the fruition of your intellects!

{The way to play;

Using only the words in the photo, compose a short poem for our enjoyment in comments.  Easy.  Fun. xo}

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On another note...Lately I'm pursuing some deep and pervasive ideas.  Cosmic, big-picture type stuff.  I remember reading long ago about ancient Egyptian lore, where our souls splinter into pieces when we take on our bodies, and our journey here on Earth is to gather up those fragmented soul parts and put them back together.  Once we do, a sense of completion occurs.  To me, that means a certain enlightenment would occur.  I had this idea, that perhaps the people we meet are splinters of our cosmic soul.  Especially the people we are attracted to as friends.  They open up worlds for us that we knew nothing of until they showed us, resulting in our hearts content.  The people who repulse us, show us our darkest side, the one we don't wish to face. Sometimes a soul fragment could be found in a glorious ray of sunshine on your face, or in a field of lavender.  A small act of kindness could ripple out and gather more fragments for us.  Our bodies as baskets; used to catch our collection of fragments until we are complete once more.  With time, our baskets appear worn, fragile.  In actuality, closer to it's destiny...ashes to ashes, dust to dust.  Once dust, home again in a new form to the star we call home, Earth.  The sun will shine once more to awaken our senses; we journey here again after manifesting a new shell, a new basket.  New lessons to be gathered among hospital corridors and high school graduations.  Soul projections peppered with steaming hot blueberry muffins and love's first kiss.  A resplendent circle of existence, complete with emotional contrasts and bursting colours.  Ours to hold dear and yet also to hold high for all to see. (Just some thoughts I've been having.)

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Share something here today that may help us gather more fragments.  Put your heart onto the page in comments with your one of a kind poetry piece that will perhaps enlighten another one of your train passengers.  xo

p.s. I'd love to introduce you to someone who is just beginning her train ride.  Her name is Madison!!!  She is only 3 days old.  She is my chunky, sweet faced new niece.  Photos to follow shortly. xoxo

Lessons from a train.

 Photograph by Gillian da Silva; Winged Messenger art piece by Susanna Gordon, of Susanna's Sketchbook

Last night, under the tremendous pressure it is some days to just be human, my mum and I played hooky, we headed to a beach in Toronto to take photographs.  The winged messenger you see above will be photographed by me and given to Susanna, for her Winged Messenger project.  These have been sent out to various locations around the globe to be photographed, isn't it the most beautiful idea? Visit Susanna to know more about this amazing project.

Shortly after the picture taking, we headed for home and then made the decision to stop and catch this film. We were glad we did.  There is some drastic contrast in this movie, with a persistent underlying core of LOVE.  Well worth seeing, it is quite the ride.  It made me think a lot afterwards...as most great films do.  Although it wasn't the  theme of the movie, the ever-present trains in India made me ponder.

I thought of my life as a train ride...the wheels clicking on the track in a forward dynamic rhythm, the unknown destination looming sometimes scarily in front of me, the scenery beautiful and ever changing, and my fellow passengers coming, going, changing cars.  We are all on this train ride together.  We occasionally get off at various station stops to do necessary tasks, or sight see, or experience our own contrasts. 

If you have noticed lately, you don't seem to have a handle on things (I know I don't).  Things are rather chaotic.  The Universe is reminding us that we do not ultimately control it.  We manifest, yes.  We create, yes.  But control, no.  Never.  So with that in mind, lets just sit back in our dining cars, while the scenery hums by, the tea glasses tink, and the book's pages turn.  Our destination will come soon enough, and it is up to us to make the best of the train ride until then.  Help your fellow passengers.  Love them, even if sometimes you dislike them.  Hold on, when the tracks feel uneven or bumpy.  Don't forget your manners, lest you should bump into somone while changing cars.  Common courtesies go a long way in this world.  Kindnesses cost nothing and are worth everything.

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The winner for our poetry challenge a few Sunday's ago is Pam Aries, in Portland, Oregon.  Pammy, you must email me your address, I've changed your prize.  It is at the printers currently, and will be mailed out tomorrow when I pick it up from him.  Prepare to be surprised! Thanks to all of you who played our super fun poetry challenge!  Everyone came up with something wonderful. 

(I'm doing another one next post, if you would like to play again!)

 

I'd love a moon hammock.

Tonight I went out to clear my head.  Just to get some space.   Two hours in my local big box store.  I shopped solo for awhile, people watching, and picking up some items for the house;

two funky green ramekins {salsa?}

twelve white hand towels

silver nail polish

coconut lime body butter

and more...

{but I won't bore you!}  :)

Driving home I ate an entire tube of fruit mentos.  Yes, an entire tube.  My Saturday night this week is, shall we say, rather tame.  LOL

I looked up into the indigo black sky...dotted with stars because it was so very clear-and the moon hung low and large on the horizon.  I loved how it was hammock-shaped.  Like I could just climb in with a fuzzy blanket and watch shooting stars all night.

This song was playing on the radio.

I turned it up.

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sea to sky sundays just may make you belly laugh out loud <3

oh dear and don't you just love this song too...