Dreamways

Wednesday, late afternoon, at The Market. I’ve just finished walking my circuit of chores: post office, credit union, faxing at Home Dept. I enjoy the new locales and new routes that starting out from the loft affords me. It’s a gorgeous day: blue sky, gentle sunlight, a luxurious touch of coolth in the air. SF weather, such a perfect match for my body and temperament.  read more »

Late Monday afternoon. Cloudy, with wads of blue-gray clouds piled one on top of the other, their edges glowing in white. LoDo is filled with sports enthusiasts celebrating the Season Opener baseball game today for the Rockies. Thus have 25th, Larimer and Lawrence been parked full with fan vehicles. (The Rockies are not expected to have a particularly good season.)

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An early afternoon of billowy clouds, purple piles edged in white. The sun is timid, pale light that is cool. Earlier, this morning upon my arising, it was a pale gray, San Fran sort of sky, with faint tracings of snow on various rooftops. Now it feels like spring. Forsythia have been blooming for a week or more, their lemony yellow such a delight for the eye.  read more »

 A mottled gray Wednesday afternoon. I spent 3 hours with Manny, who’s in town visiting Denver friends. He called yesterday, out of the blue, from J. and D’s where he is staying. We’ve had no real communication since he last was out here, at the end of 2003. I feel a deep fondness for him. He is now 71 years old. Certain facial mannerisms of his reminded me today of Armīns.  read more »

Sleep Dream. The I of now is in some habitation, light filled. In the Springs?  I feel happy, centered.  There is a knock at the door.  Upon opening the wood door, there stands Grāvele, The Ditch, her presence a complete surprise to me. She is dressed up (for her) in a light brown skirt suit, with a 1950’s style, small, dark brown hat, a round, pillbox sort, with a small bit of decorative veil on it. She looks better than I ever recall seeing her. She has a bit of a tan. Her face is happy, in a way I’ve never before seen, her eyes are kind, sparkling with humor – what a surprise!  read more »

I met Connie N. for coffee this morning. We talked about the two of us co-leading a group exploring dreams. For me, it would precisely be about NOT having Ten Easy Steps to Nirvana. An anti-Disney dream group, learning to sit and be, to LISTEN to dreams, their wisdom. A group not about something glittering and new, but, instead, about remembering: remembering soul, re-membering Self. Not about Glorious Answers in fast trails of glory, but about slowing down, noticing, exploring, being with the Dark, too. Being in Silence.  read more »