"... sing a song, don't be long; thrill me to the marrow..."
Don and just returned from a wonderful wedding weekend trip in San Diego. And although it was great to see so many friends, we were happiest on our return because we were coming back to our kidz. We really missed Belle and Beau--and by all accounts, they missed us too.
In our usual morning routine, I paused to take note that right outside our living room window were two tiny birds pecking for food in the flower basket. It was actually Beauregard that I noticed first because his long, lean body was frozen in rapt attention. The little birdies seemed oblivious to the voyeuristic predator that they hypnotized with their actions. This scenario lasted for several minutes. Beau did not move an inch until the birds flitted away. These may have been the first up close and personal birds he has observed in his young life. And for me, I had never seen these little brown birds with their red throats before until I a…
A group of butterflies is officially called a kaleidoscope, although they are sometimes referred to as a swarm.
Years ago, I recall reading that even the slightest flutter of a butterfly's wings could alter the world as we know it. At the time, it sounded like poetic quantum physics. Yet when applied to immediate reality, it is interesting to me that despite not having not seen certain family members for years, upon learning of their passing, I found myself fluttering.
My niece messaged me on Facebook last night(yes, Facebook has its merits) that my estranged aunt Sunny was rapidly declining and going into hospice. Oh, and by the way, sorry to tell you that Aunt Donna died yesterday. What??
We exchanged a few more hasty texts in-between work calls to arrange a time to speak directly and I find out that her father, my sweet uncle Mike (whose real name was Don--but I digress) had passed away in December, 2016.
A myriad of emotions as I felt the swarm growing. Confusion? Grief? Gu…
For many years, I have celebrities making "cameo" appearances in my dream. And they not the celebs from the movie I may have just watched. Susan Lucci used to be a frequent guest but I attributed that to my years of viewing "All My Children" since childhood.
For example, last night the two 'guests' that shared my sleepy meanderings were Sean Astin and Robert Vaughn. See what I mean? From my quick morning assessment, there was no rhyme or reason for their appearance.
Often, the dreams are of people of which I am not very fond. I would awake very annoyed that John Travolta was included without my invitation.
One of my congregants this week told me that I appear in her dreams quite often.
How do I feel about that?
I guess that makes sense, so I shall avoid jumping to any knee-jerk, Freudian interpretation of that.
But it got me to thinking...do you ever wonder who dreams about you?