Hello, it’s Friday evening, 7:15 pm as I write to you from my place in time. I hope this finds you well as you visit me here. I am feeling more rested this evening after getting some much needed sleep and some dietary adjustments. Kyle is done with the work he was doing so he’s trying to adjust to a “normal” sleep schedule and his just being home helps mine! Today the Hum has been minimal and I’m so grateful for that! Yesterday it was so hard to sit in my computer chair without becoming anxious. I was sitting on two pillows and still had trouble! Kyle felt it too. I’ve been worried the vibrating of the house would be a permanent thing but hopefully not! I just don’t know. It helps that Kyle is here to talk to about it and validate that it’s not just me experiencing this.
Speaking of sleep. I had a strange dreams last night. The first was for what seemed to be an instant. I was looking at a group of people and all the sudden Benedict Cumberbatch photo bombed the group and just moved into my view. Kind of a face in the crowd all the sudden standing out from the others. I freaked out because of the sensation I felt when his face appeared – like a pulling inside my stomach and I abruptly woke up! I don’t know how or why he gets into my dreams or just randomly pops into my head so often in my waking hours but he does. I’m not even really keeping up with his goings on anymore or seen much of his latest works but still this happens.
The next dream was about two couples. The man associated with who I was in the dream was like a father figure. There was something about dressing up in fancy clothes and then all I remember is opening a door to an office or den looking room. As we walked into the room, I can remember seeing a clear pyramid on the desk in this room. It reminded me of a orgonite pyramid I had made with dandelions in it and had given to my last medicine doctor. This pyramid was just clear. As we walked into this room I can remember saying to the woman walking in with me, “Welcome to His Lair.”
What I think “unlocked” this dream was my thinking earlier in the day of my weird experiences at Mesa Springs with one of the staff members/doctors there. He looked kind of like the actor Nathan Fillion (Firefly, Castle, Buffy the Vampire Slayer etc.) He was the doctor that was on staff when I had to be “taken down and tranquilized” the last time I was there. Not happiness to think of him again! The other part was thinking of my last medicine doctor and wondering how he was doing. He was a very “fatherly” figure to me during the years I knew him. The last part was playing with my huge piece of glass that is shaped like a diamond that you can get on the cheap at Michael’s etc., in the sun yesterday. I was looking through it at different things like the dogs, plants and me. The dogs and the plants seemed to be like watching walking, moving rainbows which was so cool and when I looked at my hands there was only the color blue that was visible! Like having a blue aura or something. I know it was just a trick of the glass but cool nonetheless! The keys to unlock dreams work like that for me – the right combination of stimuli during my waking hours will make my dream content usually that night.
Anyhew….that’s about it from here. I am going to take the weekend off of the computer so will probably have lots to share next week. Much love to you!
Link to Daily Good Feature article today which resonated with me. Sometimes you just have to admit that you just don’t know something! That’s when you open up to learning and growing!
Apr 28, 2017— “Surrender to not-knowing” was the catchphrase of poet Wislawa Szymborska who offered this as a guide to participate in the wonder of creation as an artist. Whether a scientist, poet, or everyday worker we are all artists as we become co-creators in life. As we step into each moment with the willingness to allow for the unexpected to unfold, we make art with the stuff of our lives. The alternative for some is to control and define with closed minds what life should be instead of what it could be. Instead of contracting back into certainty Szymborska challenges us to live bravely in the “I don’t know” that defines the inexplicable nature of our existence here on Earth. By opening themselves to the unknown, artists of all kinds have been led to discoveries and inventions that have changed life on Earth for the better. Read more about Szymborska and her perspectives on uncertainty. (3407 reads)
This poem from the article is beautiful:
Twenty years before she received the Nobel Prize, Szymborska explored how our contracting compulsion for knowing can lead us astray in her sublime 1976 poem “Utopia,” found in her Map: Collected and Last Poems (public library):
Island where all becomes clear.
Solid ground beneath your feet.
The only roads are those that offer access.
Bushes bend beneath the weight of proofs.
The Tree of Valid Supposition grows here
with branches disentangled since time immemorial.
The Tree of Understanding, dazzlingly straight and simple,
sprouts by the spring called Now I Get It.
The thicker the woods, the vaster the vista:
the Valley of Obviously.
If any doubts arise, the wind dispels them instantly.
Echoes stir unsummoned
and eagerly explain all the secrets of the worlds.
On the right a cave where Meaning lies.
On the left the Lake of Deep Conviction.
Truth breaks from the bottom and bobs to the surface.
Unshakable Confidence towers over the valley.
Its peak offers an excellent view of the Essence of Things.
For all its charms, the island is uninhabited,
and the faint footprints scattered on its beaches
turn without exception to the sea.
As if all you can do here is leave
and plunge, never to return, into the depths.
Into unfathomable life.