waking up to a dream world


This is my secret that all other truth telling seeks to disguise: I have always felt the presence of that which is larger than myself. I do not seek perfection. I seek the people and practices that support the expanding of this awareness in my day, in my life, in my choices. Our lives are the story of how we remember. It is the dance that was woven into the fabric of our being from the beginning. The presence of the Great Mystery is always with us. I only have to turn my face toward it, and it is there- as a voice beneath the sound of the pale gray waves crashing on the shore, as a touch of the unseen on the back of my neck that makes me pause and turn as I cut carrots on my kitchen counter, as a kiss that lingers as I come up out of dreams in the mist of dark mornings…..Oriah Mountain Dreamer

and there it is….just enough magic to swoop in when we need it….how many glass slippers do we need to find? this deep and startling isolation melts with the kiss of grace…the life of our spirit seeps through the light everywhere…..feel the miraculous act of tearing walls down inside the heart……

Each day we have the choice to see what happens as miraculous or ho-hum, and how we choose, dramatically affects our perception of life. The other day miracles were flopping around my feet like little silver grunions at the water’s edge. The biggest one happened as I was alone, stewing about how to get home after my bike was sabotaged in a semi-remote area. Just before I dissolved into frustrated tears, a young man happened by who had the strength and know-how to fix my bike. He was only the second person I’d seen all morning. Being miracle-primed by my knight in shiny bike clothes, I began noticing miracles everywhere. Viewing tiny incidents, synchronicities, and coincidences as minor miracles creates an aura of the miraculous, which lifts our hearts. Being miralce-minded invites us into reverence. Seeing is creating. When our hearts are tuned toward perceiving miracles, we draw more to us. Swimming in miracles puts us in the flow and allows us to feel the waves of gentle kisses bestowed upon us by a benevolent universe…….Sue Patton Thoele

make a wish…..

Who’s to say the effort to be real isn’t the beginning of wings? Who’s to say that the budding of wings from the ribs of small birds doesn’t begin with the impulse within them to live? And who’s to say the color of passion doesn’t line our faces the instant we grow tired of living in a tight cocoon of our own making? Who’s to say the journey to love doesn’t begin the instant we give voice to that loneliness that no one wants to hear? Who’s to say the journey to peace doesn’t sprout like a small wing the instant we let our feelings find their place in the world?…..Mark Nepo

6 thoughts on “waking up to a dream world

  1. I love this sweet reminder, Blue. I hope you’ll allow me posting a favorite that your words spring forth new again…..

    “somewhere i have never travelled, gladly beyond
    any experience, your eyes have their silence:
    in your most frail gesture are things which enclose me,
    or which i cannot touch because they are too near

    your slightest look easily will unclose me
    though i have closed myself as fingers,
    you open always petal by petal myself as Spring opens
    (touching skilfully, mysteriously) her first rose

    or if your wish be to close me, i and
    my life will shut very beautifully, suddenly,
    as when the heart of this flower imagines
    the snow carefully everywhere descending;

    nothing which we are to perceive in this world equals
    the power of your intense fragility: whose texture
    compels me with the colour of its countries,
    rendering death and forever with each breathing

    (i do not know what it is about you that closes
    and opens; only something in me understands
    the voice of your eyes is deeper than all roses)
    nobody, not even the rain, has such small hands”

  2. Does the bird fly because it has wings, or does it have wings because it can fly … It is the paradox that makes us who we are, and where we are. We could have chosen a 1000 years hence, or 100 years past yet here we are, and there we are all at once, unencumbered by being there. We have to get back to the future, was a famous line that sometimes cause me to stop in my tracks and reflect – Back to the Future – what perfect irony, and in the movie what really changed but the technology … Even Star Trek, as far as Roddenbury tried to imagine it was only Spock, and Counselor Troy who had really evolved at all, and oddly, in my mind they were diametrically opposed … emotionless and empathic … who was the more evolved? or is there even such a thing, any place across the universe could be a million years out of time with the other yet appear exactly the same …

    • it’s similar to the dichotomy, opposed actually, of the ideas of profound compassion with a completely open heart and the strong back or equanimity to hold it gently and not be pummeled by it…..and as we know too well, evolution doesn’t necessarily equate to spiritual evolution…..hmmm, a million years out of time……..another ode to the poet’s soul, written in time…..

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