Dreamscape

All night last night I woke up again and again from rambling dreams. Some of them were happy, others not so happy.

In the lonely dark of the long night, I wondered what was real, and what the dreams meant as my mind played them over and over again.

Dreamscape

I woke up from a final dream in the wee hours of the morning, and my mind could not let it go. Ideas ran like hamsters on a never ending exercise wheel in my mind. Finally I gave up trying to go back to sleep and got up and read.

All night
the dark buds of dreams
open
richly.

In the center
of every petal
is a letter,
and you imagine

if you could only
remember
and string them all
together
they would spell
the answer.”
― Mary Oliver, Dream Work

So today I’m feeling a bit tired and worn down, frazzled and frayed at the edges.

Looking out at the gray day punctuated by white snow covered ground outside, I’m wishing I could go somewhere to spend time with friends or to hear some music or even go to a fitness center to work out. But my caution for myself and others keeps me mostly isolating and only doing necessary activities outside my home.

This pandemic isolated masked life feels a little like my dreams last night — a never-ending dreamscape filled with waking dreams and a few nightmares.

Hopefully the sun will come out tomorrow and dissipate my gloominess.

Wishing you happy dreams, contentment, and sunny warmer days ahead.

May you walk in beauty.