DREAMS

Dreams i have dreamnt pop into my head like a gentle wave rushing to the shore than just as quickly the image dissolves. How or why I do not know only that it occurs often enough for me to notice and wonder about those particular non descript flashes of dreamscapes, unknown but familiar. The dots often do not connect and the sequence of events are ambiguous and random. Time and space the intangible appearences seem real at once illusionary. The mysterious rhyme and reason of the order or disorder of things on earth, the rhythm and natural movement of the planet itself spinning on it's axis rotating spinning so elegantly in perfect harmony with the other things that exist way beyond our view in distances to far to fathom, reminescent of dreams. 

Dreams

Sweet dreams, scary, sad, sublime, bad bizarre and inexplicable as they are, pop into my head at seemingly random times and places. The imagery is like a swift gentle wave rushing to the shore then just as quickly dissolves into the vastness of nothing and everything. What to make of it. How or why, I do not know only that it occurs often enough for me to notice and wonder about particular non descript, non threatening yet uncomfortable flashes of life as it is filtered through the labyrinth of thunderously busy neurons, synapsis firing like canons in the fiery fields of experience, memory, this cell or that region of grey matter. Do the dots need to be connected? What about the sequence, order or disorganization of time, space, form relative to the minute and massive activity of brain waves and thought process? 

The lines blur between illusion and reality, the virtual view is there but not in a tangible sense. The mysterious human brain all wired-up, cross wired, hot wired and hay wired amid the networking of dreams and hopes, ones tragedies and triumphs. All perspective based on countless factors determining what is learned, what we live with, love, detest, delight in make us sick and tired or more beautiful than ever for every and no reason whatsoever, other than we are here and there is thinking to be done. At the end of the day it turns out, too much thinking is not a good idea, pun. To be in this moment is the only true moment other than in our minds, magnificent, perplexing, simple, using only a small percentage of it's mental capacity and potential and therefore, remains this laypersons, long standing curiosity. 

Search and Rescue

To seek and find, search and rescue as first responders of the planet, of the universe, of your corner of the world, rise! Rise, and shine like the beautiful life savers, you are. The one's on two legs, one or four! Know you are life's knights, mighty and gallant! Your gestures are perfectly timed for the one most in need of your presence like a masterful symphony with wisdom, courage, compassion, light, love, strength, laughter as the principal players of the grandest orchestra. The overcomers of darkness who whether they realize it or not, have put out the littlest campfire to raging out of control full-on fires, helped someone breathe better, somehow put into the position to lift-up another physically, emotionally, spiritually, you freed a captor of something maybe even him or herself. The awesome privilege of making life more livable, lovable and bearable, the greatest gifts known to earthbound inhabitants. OMG! The privilege to be a part of heavens grand scheme of things because of your presence making a minuscule or massive difference when you could. To search for and rescue who, what, when and where you could, you stood-up to the assignment and met and will meet the challenge of risking your own safety or peace, health or happiness. 

The moment angelic forces move is the moment life defines itself as a living breathing presence, entity, thing, place creature, the whole enchilada, entire pie a place in time and space as mysterious as the miracles that sustain it's sacred, scared, scorched, sad, magnificent, full, aching,round beautiful body. 

From the beginning we are led by traces of sunlight and evenings sweetly-lit by the moon. We come from each other, we are every age we've ever been with the capacity to recall the most fleeting moment, terrifying or fantastic that left us speechless and humble that we lived though something so overwhelming.

The memory bank inherently grateful for certain experiences that can only be described as breath taking miracles. The very fact of our existence and wondrous nature of every blessed thing taking place simultaneously, individually, in sync or out of but still by happenstance or at the precise moment, no one saw coming. Turns out each one of us is part of the Search and Rescue squad. *How cool is that!       Here's to you! XO     

Matter In Motion

One season to the next as life moves forward with or without us. We want to stay in the game to propel ourselves into the next thing the next experience love, joy, anticipation, excitation, success, moment of complete peace and quiet.  We step into the seasons ready or not with a sense of familiarity and a sense of uncertainty about what you use to be so certain about.  Life and it's surprises, the disappointments and days you wish would last forever.

All our lives sharing the same vibration, gyration, place in time and space like the stars the moon and all matter in motion or suspended motionless to the deepest darkest void and brilliant quasars and cosmos that in humankinds limited scope, will never completely understand.

The year is draped in seasons, various times unfold with landmark days of the calendar like the time of day determines the events and the world turns in perfect sync with the force of gravity, the earths axis, our relation to other celestial entities and their place in the whole scheme of things in addition to many other factors involved with the whole elaborate waltz of the heavens. What a thrilling ride rocking and rolling through it all the galaxies, the ground and planet we inhabit.. what a rush, a mad marvelous magnificent, mind blowing ride.

We hope we are always welcome on this fragile resilient site and ancient dwelling- home sweet home- Earth. The life she bears cries tears of pain for a suffering humanity and all creatures as well as holy sacred tears of joy, grace, peace, compassion,  Creation from the beginning every second of every hour we are here; I am, you are, all lives and all of life- is a miracle and speaks to the preciousness, importance and purpose of our existence among the stars.