Dear Friends of WordPress,
You may have noticed that during the last mouth or so I’ve spent less time blogging. Nothing wrong, I just decided to take a road trip, as Jack would call it. And this one took me through out the south to places known and unknown. Who knows the riches in words that will fall from this tree. We’re on the last few miles before calling on home to guide us in.
Thank you for your support, JC
Image courtesy of Pixabay
There are times when we try putting together life’s puzzles, assigning the pieces as neatly and securely as we can, into a box of our own subjective thinking; a box that hasn’t any room for fresh interpretation. The analysis is so in sync with the cerebral brain that we fail to enjoy the epiphanies that are present especially when the pieces of the puzzle seem not to fit as we think they should…if our narrative comes together, we call it a miracle, if not we’re disgruntled. We tend not to appreciate that in the perforations of this chaos there are considerations waiting for our attention. It is only when we trip into overload from this temporal way of thinking, thus spilling forth into the mysteries, do we expand our thoughts into the universe of a higher understanding. It is then, I come to realize that what I don’t know is more than I thought I knew and I’ll never know it all. Thus, I stand blessed and open to all there is on the road of perception raining down in the pale moonlight. This is mindfulness at its best, waiting to hand you something you didn’t have an inkling you were in need of.
*Image courtesy of Pixabay
“Sometimes the dreams that come true are the dreams you never even knew you had.”
-Alice Sebold, The Lovely Bones Continue reading The Arc of a Dream
I had a dream that I lived on an island. And one day I awoke from a deep sleep, I walked out and boarded a raft… a raft made of words… used to communicate, examine, consider, anticipate, relate and meditate. I soon realized that this is how I compliment the world, as a reader and a writer of words. And in my contemplation I enter new realms of being; new ways of thinking afforded by this raft of words. This new way of lucidity enhances my personal mythology for as reader and writer I embrace what is subjectively true for me as others must render for themselves. In this raft, my quest is to know the self and my place in the grand design of things. This is the brave new world I enter upon.