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Category Archives: The Dreaming Soul
Where does time go when it flies? What seems like just a few minutes ago we were celebrating June birthdays, the 4th of July, and playing in the summer sun. Suddenly, autumn is standing on my doorstep looking in the … Continue reading
WORDS WITH FRIENDS “We’ll begin with a box, and the plural is boxes; but the plural of ox became oxen not oxes. One fowl is a goose, but two are called geese, yet the plural of moose should never be … Continue reading
It is official, we are having a White Christmas! A new, crisp blanket of white fell with the promise of more to come. The world looks gloriously pure from my window. It is like a blank page eagerly waiting for … Continue reading
Changing my life didn’t used to be challenging. Actually, I relished change in all its forms, especially the really big ones. Now? Not so much. In my earlier life I experienced the usual changes we all deal with growing … Continue reading
Fall has been glorious in all its rich, colorful splendor, but now November is about to be escorted out by our first winter storm. The skies are cloudy and grey and cast their colors on the water as the first … Continue reading
The Living Dead, a timely yet strange title for this post, right? If you’re reading this it did its job; it got your attention. LOL. As you probably guessed, I am talking about October 31 and its many meanings from … Continue reading
“My darling girl, when are you going to realize that being normal is not necessarily a virtue? It rather denotes a lack of courage.” I wish I had seen this when I was 10. Although, the odds are that being … Continue reading
I miss my mom. I always loved watching her do interesting things; things my friends’ moms didn’t do. I thought she was magic. I still do. One of my favorite memories was when I was 5. We were walking in … Continue reading
Our world is an infinite art gallery with the power touch our innermost being. Dreams are a huge part of that gallery as is nature.s abundance.
To this day I remember the first “big” dream I had. I was 7. Add a zero to the 7 and that is me now. It just struck me as I sit here typing that my childhood dream has come full circle. I know that it is time to work with it again.
I’ve not done a blog before so I feeling that my dreaming soul has chosen this time to urge me to share is this way. Continue reading