Do you often revisit the same dream landscapes? To a point that you feel that they have become a real neighborhood in your life, not just one in your mind? I do.
There are train stations, vaguely New Yorkish, where I have memorized that I need to go up a certain staircase if I hope to make my connection on time (make of that what you will) and mysterious houses, vaguely Victorian, that recall my childhood homes more than the actual structures ever could.
All this to say that I am not someone who is, at any given moment, one hundred percent certain if I am dreaming or awake. It isn’t practical, but it is a part of who I am, certainly in the present circumstances.
For they are hazy and there is a lot that I can’t quite share with you in order to respect the privacy of this particular transition. Parsimony is required. So I am not lying nor hiding, just doing what I can, when I can. It has been nearly an entire year of unfolding, waiting and seeing while clasping the reins of action nonetheless.
I know where I am without knowing at all. The surroundings that I recognize so well and yet that are not mine for the taking confirm that, mirror a bit mocking if I take it so. At best, I observe and enjoy. And I am aiming for the best, no matter where that path will take me.
In an hour, I will leave for a real not dreamed train station for a trip of short distance. There will be a 45 minute wait in which I will watch the passerby and wonder if they ever feel the same about their lives or if they are tucked up tight in the swathes of certainty.
The sun is bright. I feel it on the tops of my hands as I type in a way that reminds me that I am wide awake. Right in this very particular moment, I don’t need to look to the past or ahead. Can I just hold it like an inbreath, this croisement between dreaming and reality? This sweet gift of now?
Have a wonderful weekend, everyone.
Thank you so much for reading along with me during what is admittedly a quiet time.
But there is still much beauty to be found…and revisited.
I am grateful for that, always.
I don't think that you are mistaken at all, Naomi! 😉 Especially in that I am always late for the train…oh dear.
And yes, I do a fair amount of imaginary decorating myself! Sometimes I wake up and think, "Wow brain, good job!"
Thank you…
Ah the gift of now. The only real moment that counts. I often wonder who those people are that are "tucked up tight in the swathes of certainty" ….
Clare xx
Heather, Your place in time is so familiar. When I was in it I would dream of being in places that were no longer mine, rooms vivid and me a voyeur in a place that was once home, now inhabited by a stranger. Once during one of my nocturnal dream visits, I was staring at all the personal items in what I used to call my room, and I was about to turn over a piece of paper, curious to know what transpires there now as new life. All of a sudden she was there, gently stopping my hand and her voice said to me, "This is not for you." It stays with me still, a gentle nudge as I've needed so many to get beyond. I've learned that all we have is this moment, and my heart and my mind have joined to consider looking forward to consider the new, to collaborate as only they can together in the process of manifesting the new. The most important piece is to know that all is happening now, so you have come farther than you may think. Thank you for taking in the beauty around you and sharing with us. I love your photos. The light is bewitching. ~Nicole
Yes, you can! Enjoy the now and your journey on the train!
Beautiful pics as always! xx
You catch the light always so beautifully! The eye can penetrate through the pictures and see their meaning beyond these
Dreams and reality are complementary. Then there is the present where we have to begin again.
Wonderful photos.
Those dreamscape streets & houses are something quite familiar to me also. Probably based, in part, on our longing for a sense of place that is secure and familiar. Elusive and mysterious as these places are, they still hold answers if we are willing to listen.
You are obviously paying attention and answers seem to be unfolding.
Thank you for sharing your beautiful photos and thoughts with us today.
"swathes of certainty", if only. I don't think life works that way, even though we think it does for others. Be gentle with yourself, lucky for us you are absorbing and sharing. Thank you
heart too full to know what to say, how to say it.