Facebook-Check Up Check In Check Out

What is facebook anyway? A place to see who is bold enough to let you see them, to post things we care about or could care less about? A site to let people in, when offline we may not share anything one-on-one with a real live person that day. A place to see useless information mixed with insightful tidbits, quotes, phrases that brighten your day, make you think, give you hope. A forum to see people you miss, care about, may not think about unless you see thier picture in that column. A sad place for following those you cannot touch, don't want to touch......delete. It's a place to check up, check in, check out. Safe from actually calling someone and asking how they are.............you get to see who died, who is suffering, who is full of themselves, pictures from all over the world, a mishmash of information on parade.....I have mixed feelings about this place where others may hide out, may sneak, may judge, make comments, make no comments, remember birthdays. Where you get happy birthdays from people that never knew your birthday, much less congradulate you. It opens our world, makes it smaller..but we still show only what we want to show; unless someone posts pictures of you that definitely need to be deleted. It is a forum to love, and manipulate, to reach out (my favorite reason to share), to say "Hi" I'm here I'm alive I'm alone I'm happy I'm sad....I I I........but through all those judgements of facebook, when I see someone validate me with love, a comment, sweet words of encouragement; there is some magic, a mystical quality to this worldwide fellowship of human friends watching for me, hopefully thinking kind thoughts.........as I do for them. Otherwise............delete.

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1/24/8
Moon, Dreams, Birds

All night constantly waking up
Moonbeams bright in my window
shower on me
Dreams that don’t end
even upon awakening.
Birds in the middle of the night!
What are they talking about, what is disturbing them?
Or is it because the frogs are silent with the cold
that they think they can party all night.
Too strange.... birds in the middle of the night.
When I move in sleep, hands and fingers soreness wake me
Everything wakes me
Moon, dreams, birds, pain.


8/21/8
Red Anthireums

The red antheriums stand out amidst the green.
Thier stiff pistols reaching towards the light.
Do they wonder what their purpose is?
Do they pine for fantasy and another life,
Like us clumsy humans wandering around
Missing the moment.

The Sea

The water dark green, inviting me,
The brown deepness beckoning.
Dive in and let the sea's gravity hold me.
Caress my spirit
A moment in the water erasing all thoughts of past and future.
What fear can live in such a moment?
Hope is again reborn in immersing oneself in vast ocean waters.
Blue green unknown and present.

work in progress......

The girl walks along the beach alone with her thoughts. Her dress is blue with a tiny yellow flower pattern. Small puffed sleeves a little old-fashioned, but suits her. She has a sunhat, wide brim, to shade her light sensitive eyes.
As she walks she is very aware of her surroundings. Her mind is not wandering, focused instead on the green blue ever changing sea.
The sea dips and curls, it's colors vibrant and unknowable. How to describe shades of green blue gray brown how they melt and fold into each other; each moment changing dresses like a fickle woman.
She stood mesmerized, breathing the salt air, her favorite smell in all the world, born by the sea, raised near ocean waters; as much a part of her as her own heart.

Blog Title

The subject seems to be dreams. What are dreams? Webster’s states “a succession of images, thoughts, or emotions passing through the mind during sleep…. involuntary visions…… a wild or vain fancy… something of unreal or striking beauty, charm, or excellence…… an involuntary vision occurring to a person when awake”.

Why pick the subject of dreams of all blog title possibilities? In my mind, dreaming seems to take such precedence. With the hopes and fears and angst and insanity that my thinking comes up with, there are true dreams underneath. The dreams of unconscious while sleeping, and the visions that are born in my mind when wide awake and walking the planet.

Telling apart seems easy. I’m either awake or asleep. Sleeping dreams include a lot of running on my part, much searching, for a person or a message, and quite a bit of anxiety while all this is happening. But some dreaming involves water, and when water is involved there is such peace, calmness, and a slowing of involuntary action that is not present in my crazy ass running dreams. And then there are the prescient dreams, the visits-from-dead-people dreams, the visual knock-me-out potent images.

But I seem to digress. Being more interested in those “involuntary visions when awake”. So many questions about these conscious I’m-awake-and-have-this-hope dreams. Are they real? Oh my god, Kim, if I could answer that I could quit all else and make money telling fortunes! But, really, can we dream and make manifest? We know we can. And we can’t. Depending on the dream. In our faith in ourselves. When do my self-defeating beliefs about myself, and others, keep the dream from manifesting? Why have all my ducks in a row, so to speak, and hold back? Be courageous, take that chance, that leap of faith… dream! And take the action!

There is my hope. Dreaming while awake and making real while present for Life, in this body with my heart intact, in each moment……… what’d you think. Is it all possible?