10 Sept 2017 Angels Everywhere and Dream within a Dream – Edgar Allen Poe

Good morning to you.  We are having a kind of “shitty” morning.  Poor Link is still having bowel troubles.  We are going to have to take him to the vet if this doesn’t get better today.  We had to kick May kitty out of the garage last night….ant invasion happened.  The food she doesn’t always eat just sitting around was too great a temptation to pass up on I guess.  She’s not happy with us for taking the garage away but I can’t have ants invading the house.  It feels like if we give one inch they would just take over the whole place!  Can I get an UGGGGGGHHH?!!!!!   Being an adult…through with it!!!

Last night I was feeling the restlessness and discontent of these above personal happenings and just all the stuff going on in our world…feels like I’ve just been churning inside for months now.   I decided to visit a book that was given to me many years ago called Angels Everywhere Miracles & Messages by Lynn Valentine.  There’s something comforting about reading stories of divine interventions in these times:

Adopt the pace of nature: her secret is patience. – Ralph Waldo Emerson (personal message for J, M and W today)

I have been rediscovering my love of poetry.  This poem resonated with the tone and pitch of our current times.  Sometimes it does feel like the tighter we hold on to the “grains of sand” of our lives the quicker they seem to slip through our fingers.  I am having to learn, as all eventually do, that there is no holding on to time.   

https://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-dream-within-a-dream/if you go to this link you can hear the poem read out loud, great poetry page!

Take this kiss upon the brow!
And, in parting from you now,
Thus much let me avow-
You are not wrong, who deem
That my days have been a dream;
Yet if hope has flown away
In a night, or in a day,
In a vision, or in none,
Is it therefore the less gone?
All that we see or seem
Is but a dream within a dream.

I stand amid the roar
Of a surf-tormented shore,
And I hold within my hand
Grains of the golden sand-
How few! yet how they creep
Through my fingers to the deep,
While I weep- while I weep!
O God! can I not grasp
Them with a tighter clasp?
O God! can I not save
One from the pitiless wave?
Is all that we see or seem
But a dream within a dream?

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