Hello to you in your here and now as you visit me here. Thank you for taking the time. Hopefully visits here are part of the fulfillment aspect of your time in this life.
Time is an illusion with a face and moving hands.
So this morning I got teary, in a good way. We were walking Link and Spot and our neighbor George came out to head to work. We did a cheery exchange of how are you doings like we always do and then I said, “It’s a rough time for a lot of folks” and stopped and looked at me and said, “Is it?” and that made me pause and think, “I like that!” I said. Positive thinking and faith in one phrase. It’s hard times if you believe it and if you focus your thoughts on the difficulties and not the blessings. He said, “We got rain” and I said, “I was out playing in it too, grateful to God for that!”
As we walked away, I felt myself tearing up at this simple exchange. It was a reminder. My sharing this isn’t to say or negate the fact that life isn’t difficult for too many people. It’s about mindfulness and empowerment – mastering the struggles you are facing on your terms.
Profound quote I found this morning that I had never seen/read before:
I didn’t have a very restful sleep again last night, part of the reason I’m more easily triggered emotionally. I had a couple of weird/troubling dreams. The first dream was of an Asian woman and something about being put in a brothel against her will. The second was of a woman with blonde hair put up on her head. She was wearing a red gown with straps. She almost looked like Sissy Spacek in the movie Carrie (Carrie’s dress started out white). The woman had a long tan arms and there was a red welt on one of them. I don’t know if the welt was a sore or from an injection. She was struggling against someone or something. Then all the sudden she was wrapped in this white latex and looked like one of the featureless wisp people in my drawings. She had a crown of the same white material attached to her head. Then she was put into what looked like a sarcophagus or casing of some kind. As I watched this happening in my dream, it was like she was going to live in it.
More weird from Jackie’s dream theater! I have no idea where this stuff comes from. Sometimes I wonder if I’m walking in someone else’s dream world or they have put their stuff in mine! Most likely it’s just my brain putting together snippets of all the data I’ve been exposed to in my waking world and making a movie. Sometimes I wish my mind would just move things directly to the cutting room floor!