Posted in Blessings of Habit, Inspiring, Wisdom

I have been asleep…

Taking a nap or...
Taking a nap… (Photo credit: unertlkm)

. . . but I have not dreamed.

Dreaming, except for nightmares, can be great fun. I can get into some real fixes and then get out just by waking up! After that, I try to figure what I must have eaten before bed, to cause such craziness in the head.

Don’t you?

“House” dreams are supposed to be about ourselves. So when I dreamed about a huge house with a flooded basement, I’m not sure I had such a great supper that night.

I much prefer the one where the staircase leads upward, to hundreds of elegantly appointed bedrooms.

My favorite dreams, I believe, are when I dream about sleeping. Mmm . . .

I also have the other type of dreams, when wide-awake, planning wonderful projects I will do next year. These dreams are haunting and therefore remind me of nightmares.

I am supposed to act on them, to perfect everything I need before I can get started. Losing weight, writing a book, finishing the afghan, unpacking the last box from moving several years ago, all fit that category. I should be making these dreams come true, but something keeps waking me up from real life, and it is not clear WHAT.

Once upon a time, I had weeding and weighing in good shape. Same for ironing. Really.

Was I simply setting a good example so my children would grow up with good habits? That’s a good modus. However, now that no one is watching me . . .

Well, the Lord is watching, right?

Once I was motivated by love for others, my little others who surrounded my skirts with neediness. I now must find motivation only in doing what is right.

I have choices. I don’t like who I see living inside this rules-bound exterior.

The last child is gone. Can I afford to do my own thing? Am I really my own puppy? Do I need to rethink?

I have slept.

It’s time to wake up.

Posted in Believe it or not!, Photos

Weekly Photo Challenge: Dreaming

dreamy moon
Dreamy Moon

We have a valley behind our house in which is nestled a small guesthouse and a potting shed. We often sleep in the guesthouse, ourselves, because . . . um . . . because we can sleep better there. It’s quieter there. Simpler.

One night the moon was rising over it, behind a fantastical mist, and I attempted a few shots of it.

I was pretty sure I would make mistakes.

I have no idea how I got it, but here it is.

I discarded several attempts, due to my lack of knowledge about how to make a good picture of this sight. However, I think I did capture the essence of the beauty of the valley in one mistake:

I caught the moon in action.

All my life, I’ve thought it was just rising and shining, but here we clearly see that it actually comes and goes. I actually caught it in the very act of dropping in. Of course, it brings quiet and dreams with it, right?

catch the moon
Catching the Moon