Lamenation

With a world filled with so many people and so many avenues to communicate, why are we left feeling alone? We are talked at, push through, move out of way, doing it on our own. But, we are a race that thrives on sharing, the communion of moments created through imagination into experiences that nurture. Sitting in a room with another, I am reminded that to communicate I need to come to my blog. There is so much of just sitting next to someone and breathing I can tolerate, especially when my thoughts, ideas, or muses is irrelevant (arrrggg). To share a genuine thought, exchange ideas, possibilities, time to visit my cyber pals. What went wrong? When did my real get so isolated?

When I left high school and began my individual life journey, I viewed the life road ahead of me with anticipation. Adventure waited, but those adventures were splattered with others who would be sharing the adventures with me. I couldn't wait to meet my life's travelling companions.  In my dreams, I am not alone. In my dreams I engage, am involved, and have others who combine in the moment, the story; we are all a part of the whole. Involved and equally engaged. There is no separateness. Why won't it take root in real? I am a friendly open person, ready with a smile, enjoying the laugh and muse. Where have all the creative people gone? Have I somehow found myself alone on a small piece of the earth with strangers?.. with no one able to relate to me? Ok, obviously I took the wrong turn somewhere...oh poo...

On this isolated island people eat baked potatoes with nails through the middle, they milk their peas, and have no sense of beauty for a gathering of weeds (or wildflowers as I refer to them). The species I live among is quick to point out the wrongs of the world, their fellow human beings, me...but never once realized how they might contribute to the miserable world they are bemoaning and creating. They cry "that dirty so and so....look how ridiculous....that is stupid, yada yada yada". Meanwhile, I am busy skipping over stones, talking to passing pebbles, and hearing the latest joke among the cardinal birds. I hear music rustling in the leaves of trees as I pass, and see the sky attempting to paint something mysterious with its clouds. There are flowers to smell and grass to roll in. Bugs to help across the road and people to surprise into smiling. Maybe I am the dandelion of my community?! Please, don't step on me...I am not a weed!!!

As I gase upon the world in my perception of self...I find I have a joy I ache to live and share. But, I dare not put it forward for fear it will be trampled by the humanness of those around me. Like Borrowers say "Beings like to squish"...(so true). I refuse to let a Being squish me...but am always so relieved when I come across another who wants to skip with me....splash water, throw tea bags, dance with skunks, or kiss a frog. One day I might finally find the boat to leave this isolated island of Beings and know where all the imaginative people have gone, like those I come across in my dreams. They are not perfect, they are real; genuine. Authentic living creations! They embrace moments, skip with music, breath in air...and are not against a simple dandelion. They do exist. I can't let myself believe they do not; I am one, but I know there are many...but where? 

Until then, I will keep myself still, fly here in cyber, and continue to have hope. Cyber lets out the real, it is where the creative hide and peek. A place where one can't get trambled or squished. Maybe all the genuine living creations are like I, just tired of living among strangers!?!

I have had moments with such people in real time...fleeting, but impressionable. I know it can exisit in real time. But for now, I am grateful I have engaging companions in some way. I wait...I watch...I have hope.

It is the best I can do.

Eruption

It all began as I hid away tight and snug within my safe cocoon. No one to find me, no one to see my secrets; beautiful silence. But, no one to know my soul. But before I knew it, I felt the stirrings, to erupt, to become, to find a way to fly.

   Flying was such a joy, the wind brushing my wings, caressing my soul, but it was not enough. I was beautiful and free, what could be missing? (No one to know my soul).
  The trees whispered about rainbows, the sun glistened to seek the shade, but the spider, oh cleaver spider, she told me to look deep within the web and find the living essence I was missing. The web had answers.
    Looking around I found a web that sparkled with dew drops

And as I became mesmerized with the diamonds holding my attention, and it touched the lack within my soul, I noticed a beautiful fellow creature laying near by; so still. Was he a butterfly too? He was so serene, luminescent, illusive, but brilliant in his calm approach at just being.
  



                                                                                             I flew over to get a closer look at this wonderful creature, a Luna moth, quietly watching me; just being and breathing. I laid by his side and felt the urge to just breath with him. And found, he was breathing with me too! Our two breaths became one, and I was thrilled.

Our breathing became a song of life, a completion of two selves into one unified spirit. It was freedom with a song, life felt complete through sharing. Our breath took us into flight, into clouds and around the rainbow. Horses ran below us as we looped around and between the pillow like clouds that encompassed our earth. In playing within the clouds it was playful nudging of one another into the soft wonder. My wings tingled as my soul drank deep of this miracle of being and sharing; the most delicious of balms. Friend, companion, co-adventurer of life. As we danced our flight of soul on the notes of our breath, the world dropped away and the clouds became a sculpture of our created souls joined. No longer was I a butterfly, nor he a moth. We were living creatures, beings of life. And, in our wake we left a mark upon the earth.

A spiral of truth, a release of separation, finding the missing parts of the individual which becomes a union of unique expression. Breathing.................yours and mine, one breath, one heart beat.
  Just breathing
              breathing
                   breath..................

Breathing In

Breathing in the world around me. I wonder what it is I am breathing? Is it wonder? Amazement? or is it trouble and scorn? (No wonder I hold my breath so much!) Sitting in my car, in the parking lot of the local grocery, I watch people crossing by me going in, going out. I try to imagine what is the processes going on within them. What are they feelings? thinking? wanting? wishing? When I stand very still I can feel the completeness of me, the totality of all that I am, was, and will be; and I am complete and satisfied. But, when another person enters my perception, suddenly I feel splintered. It is like another human being causes me to remember my isolation and separateness.

As each seed of a dandelion parachute  awaits the puff of breath or bump to be dispersed into the wind. The act of separation causes a dislocation of being, whether person or dandelion seed. The memory of being one of a whole has to stay within the essence of everything. We were never created to be isolated so therefore, we constantly earn for joining. Joining with others in person, in cyber, in thoughts, or in dreams. Rarely do people dream where they are alone or isolated; then, those dreams are not natural comfortable.

In the world of dream, we have all that we miss in what we refer to as real life. We have love, connection, acceptance, adventure, health, even amazing abilities.  Dream is a place that is better than cable and HBO. It is the world where I truly feel alive and me. In dream I don't have to accept anything less than what brings me completeness. If I could master the technique to brings some of dream into my everyday reality...what a thought! I would leap and fly to embrace those aspects. I would skip and sigh to realize I can "wake up" into the life I can breath in. Oh, what a dream!

In dream I have a wise one who encourages me, guides me, strengthens me, and makes me smile. In dream I am a tree nympth with passion unexpressed. I am a water sprite looking for a playmate. The moon is my mother and the earth is my bed. The wind caresses my cheek, hair, and body and I am filled with love and affection. Thunderstorms are my tonic and the rustle of leaves are the tune my feet loves to dance with. The night brings the shadows to cover the lies and awake the truth of being in mother moon's glimmery light. I am neither human nor physical. I....just....AM. I can breath.

To Breath in that which is called life.

To Breath in that which brings sustenance and joy.

Without joy there cannot be sustenance.

Which neither food nor drink can adequately quench.

Touch my fingers...tip to tip.

Feel the worth of connection..the Truth of ourselves as A one.

We are together in spite of our isolation.

The joy of knowing.

The Breath of Reality.

skip....skip....skip....skip....skip

la la la la

:)

Easy as Pie

To think a thought is to first decide what flavor is being tasted. Does it have crunch? mush? custard? fruit and tart? What is the flavor of this thought right now?
    I am thinking of all the thoughts that are laid together in one pie pan. Sometimes I jump from one pan to another, one type to another. This writing is such a random sampler.

1- I don't get it why people yell at other motorist when they themselves drive as if they have the perpetual right of way.

2- I am amazed at individuals who speak in a rude manner to another and yet they wonder why the person is upset or pissed at them!

3- Inconsiderate people usually believe they are the most considerate of people.

4-I rather a person who is honest and says "Yes, I am a jerk"...compared to the one who proclaims "I am a wonderful person!!", yet acts in selfish and jerk behavior.

5-Someone 50+ does NOT have to stop playing!!

6-When the news is turned on there is so many opinions of so many people, most who feel "their" opinion is the correct opinion. But everyone forgets to remember that an Opinion is just that...not anything set in stone and only one person's view. So when I hear politicians, comments about them, comments from them, I can't get very moved at what fodder is taking up air time. After all, I am trying to find the latest channel that is airing Sponge Bob, Mork & Mindy, or Bewitched...instead I have to pay for the exclusive channel package so I can discover most of the channels are sponsored by these same opinionated people. Thank goodness for DVD movies!!! If t.v. gets too redundant then off it goes and onto the tried and true!!

to be continued............