Inspiration.
dying in a dream part II
So, they say you can’t die in a dream. Or, at least that’s the old wive’s tale that I always heard- you die in a dream, you die in real life. But last night, I dreamt that I died and clearly I’m still here to tell the tale. Also, this is the second time this has happened to me, so either I’m the luckiest person around or more information is needed.
I don’t remember the first time I died but last night’s is still fresh. I purposely allowed death to arrive. I was on a ship, an old wooden one. I was fully aware that it it was in present time, though. I knew the ship was collapsing and I didn’t want to wait for it’s slow departure. I understood that I was dreaming and that death wasn’t possible in dreaming. So I leapt off the side and the water surrounded me. And I thought something would happen, something other than death. And then I breathed in and there was this feeling of everything being sucked out of me entirely and I knew that was my final breath. And I woke up, heart racing, gasping.
So, research afterwards has led me to find that you can, in fact, die in a dream (duh). And it is actually a catalyst for significant change in your life, deep, personal, inner change. So, I’m glad I chose it. I didn’t wait for that ship to sink- I leapt in and met change, scary in its uncertainty, head on.
Snow!
We had our first large snowfall of the year. The timing was much to the chagrin of school kids everywhere, ruining weekend plans with a Friday evening through mid-day Saturday fall. But, on the plus side, it’s nice to be forced to slow down and stay inside sometimes.
Here are some recipes I’m craving this winter
Apple, Pecan and Blue Cheese Salad with Dried Cherries
Happy Eating!
watermelons
Summer is here officially! Time for picnics and BBQs. Don’t forget to bring the watermelon.
the study
One day I will have a room like this and the future kiddies will not be allowed in.
workout
cats vs. dogs
The question always comes up. Are you a dog or cat person?
I am a dog person.
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no room guest room
In my experience with WWOOFing (Willing Workers On Organic Farms) around Ireland, I found no farm was the same when it came to sleeping arrangements. I found many versions of what farmers referred to as a guest house. Sometimes we had our own apartment, a room in the house, and one time (due to lack of room) they ushered us into a camper van. Although this particular camping van wasn’t in the best condition, it couldn’t stop me from thinking o having my own one day to put up guests. If you’re house is small without a room to accommodate a guest, there’s no sense cramming them on the sofa. Give them their own private space and keep yours.
Spring Quiche
So, the weather here is definitely taking a turn for the better; the sun is out and birds have returned. But, there is still a crispness to the air. So, this quiche is perfect- spring vegetables plus the hearty wholesomeness of egg, cheese, and pie crust. This would be a great dish to bring to an Easter brunch.
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