Category: dream
Dream Whisper – American Sentence Day 41 of 108
pleasant dreams make it hard to get out of bed
108 Days of American Sentence: Day 20
not sure he was seeing things . . .
Stone House, Wine, the Forest, and the Sea
This is stunning. Fantastical beauty by Amanda Palmer and her father Jack (and friends). This video is a lush dreamscape. Just watch. https://youtu.be/sNe-wg10OUE I originally saw this video on Pitchfork.
Wine in the Summertime
I love Eric Burdon and War. Spill the Wine is a classic, great song - and these guys take it up some serious notches when playing live. I thank my friend Patrick for sharing with me - and now I share with you (as I've been too busy to write lately). Super Sonic Live Action with ...
Born on a Thursday #57 – I Am Happy
I was afraid of the ghosts in the house, but I managed to train one of them. I told my parents the house was haunted, and proved it by telling Morris, the ghost I trained, to open and close the door, which he did. My parents told me I should stay even though the place was haunted. I said, "These ghosts are yours, not mine." I had to leave.
Snow, Lace, and Strength
I have not had a chance to write Born on a Thursday for two weeks now! Over the winter and early spring, I slowed way down, walking for hours every day through the pines with my canine companion, Stoney. It was exactly what I needed to do. Stoney's leash was the gossamer thread that kept me from losing my way as I looked hard at my life.
Astro-Love: Stepping through fear
I love Chris Hadfield. I wish he was my uncle or father — I think I will adopt him. I can pretend I was brought up with his beautiful, common-sense approach to fear, to life.
Solitude, Oil Paint, and Marianne Faithful
Solitude was a gift today. I painted! It was strange, because I haven't been alone to paint in a long while.
More Heart!
Also, remember to be kind to yourself, have courage, and be open to the world. The only reason that we don’t open our hearts and minds to other people is that they trigger confusion in us that we don’t feel brave enough or sane enough to deal with. To the degree that we look clearly and compassionately at ourselves, we feel confident and fearless about looking into someone else’s eyes. – Pema Chodron
Blue Haze, Neon and Earl Grey (or Dreaming Rock-n-Roll)
I dreamed I was in a band last night. It's been almost ten years since I've been on stage. I miss it a lot. I like group creative projects - I often need something larger than myself to continue, to finish work, and the group is more than "just me". The dynamic is exhilarating, usually fun, sometimes frustrating - rarely boring. Though I haven't been making music, I have been in a collaborative project for months now, and it is informing my solitary work in a good way (I'm painting again), and I am waking up with the desire to create almost over all else.
