You Are The One Person
Where are you tonight? I'm weaving throughout your dreams, mystified by the depth of the confusion. You would explain it if you could - I know you would. But you're fast asleep and your eye is twitching. Not both, just one. Odd.
Where are you going tonight? Your legs are in motion, yet your body is moving on a different plane like the very idea of following yourself is impossible. You would explain it if you could - if you knew. But you're fast asleep and your tongue is slightly hanging out. To the right. Interesting.
Where have you been tonight? I'm floating and shape-shifting, trying to catch up with the you who flies. You would explain it if you could - you're too free. But you're fast asleep and your sighs are audible. Snoring, maybe. Interpretation.
Your mind is wandering, your thoughts are surreal. I am watching ... absorbing you as I find myself smiling for no reason. You are, after all, living within your subconscious and leaving me outside. Why, then, am I such a part of your memory when the dawn breaks?
We dream together. We experience the useless, wonderous delight even as we walk the streets paved with wishes. Awakening to the joy and the sadness of our lives ... wondering how to go on and what will make us whole. How to proceed, how to make our moments matter.
Please allow me to whisper in your ear. Softly, quietly. During that split second between sleep and waking ... dreams and reality.
You are the one person in the world who can make a difference.
Oh Missy, I was about to go to bed. I did a blog today, and I told Seashell. I told her I submitted the blog last nite and awoke embarrassed. ha.
And it took me almost an hour to have the guts to look at the reaction.
Missy, all my friends showed up. They were happy with what I wrote. I had edited it five or more times.
It was wonderful. I had one person upset about commenting saying he was upset 'about blogs' that do no discuss issues.
I had another who asked me, how do I get so many recommendations and comments.
Missy, I had a day I dreamed of so often many years ago.
It was wonderful.
And you are wonderful
And now I shall stay awake to what may transpire for the hour on your blog.
If it were not for you and Seashell and many others, I would not have this opportunity....
August 3, 2009 4:30 AM | Reply | Permalink
Do not stay awake, my friend. Sleep and dream. You are more than one who understands, you are one who feels. Thank you.
August 3, 2009 4:47 AM | Reply | Permalink
You are so super. ha.
I still would reiterate that this was one of my finest days. no kidding. ha
August 3, 2009 4:56 AM | Reply | Permalink
oh I must bug you once more Missy:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=IC-R6hslm4A&feature=related
Just a nice song I love.
August 3, 2009 5:04 AM | Reply | Permalink
Bug me? Silly you.
Thank you for the song - and for you.
August 3, 2009 5:15 AM | Reply | Permalink
Thanks Missy.
I remember this sometimes but need to be reminded once in a while.
I am changing my entire life right now.
I am going to be pursuing my singing career full bore. I recently realized that I can employ my political activism, spiritual depth, new gift for dervish type dancing, songwriting, and singing talent best by committing myself to being a singer.
Recently a wise teacher told me to choose the very path in life that gives me the greatest joy and that this would be my greatest gift to the world. And for the first time I understood what he meant.
Now I feel 'compelled' for the first time to commit to performing completely and to follow it where it takes me. I never wanted to be a spiritual teacher or politician and I don't think my dancing would ever stand on it's own, but as a singer I can incorporate all of these other aspects of myself and a joyful way.
It all came together in a talk with a wise aunt a few days ago which resulted in her pulling an envelope out of a drawer with $500 in it and she said 'here this is for your singing career' 'have it'.
Now I have been a singer/songwriter all of my life off and on and have performed with bands and various musicians throughout the years.
When I left my aunt's house I thought 'but I am 45 years old, how can I do this now'. I got home and watched a DVD I had just bought the night before called 'the namesake' and the main woman in it was a singer and she married and moved to the US and raised a family here. In the end her husband dies and she decides that she will go back to India and resume her singing career. Her age? 45. So, I gave up that excuse then and there.
So I just posted a lengthy ad to attract some like minded musicians on Craigs List. And I am working on copywrighting some of my songs using the money my aunt gave me. And I am going to teach some voice lessons as I used to long ago to help me get my voice really worked out.
Dreams indeed.
August 3, 2009 5:49 AM | Reply | Permalink
Too bad I live about a thousand miles out, Synch, and maybe I'm making a mistake presuming you're a blues fan anyway...
August 3, 2009 10:52 AM | Reply | Permalink
Thanks OG, I am honored. But your right, I am not a 'blues' dolphin:)
But not even 12 hours yet and I already heard from a local guitar player that sounds pretty good. I hope to hear from a drummer soon:)
'This is the trip, the best part, I really like...'
-from the Doors 'Soft Parade'.
August 3, 2009 11:44 AM | Reply | Permalink
Rock on, Synch! You make me smile often, yet your dreams are the reason I laugh out loud with joy and positive energy. Let your talent shine, let the world know your name and never underestimate your importance.
August 3, 2009 2:37 PM | Reply | Permalink
You've gone from no game plan to quite a plan in just a couple of days! Good for you...I'm excited to see what you do with it! Please keep us posted!
August 4, 2009 12:04 AM | Reply | Permalink
Good morning, Missy.
So that was you wafting through the dreamspace last night, then? Do stop by more often...
August 3, 2009 10:51 AM | Reply | Permalink
I think I felt your touch, Missy. While you were wafting through my waking hours. It gave me peace and I was able to turn over and return to slumber. I needed those extra moments of dreameland so I thank you for dropping into my space in the wee hours...........
August 3, 2009 11:28 AM | Reply | Permalink
Missy: floating through other peoples' dreams appears to be a reality.
I wrote on your "Scream" post about my friend, D, who had just entered hospice. Through mutual friends, the next day I learned about Caring Bridge --
http://www.caringbridge.org/
a superb internet site set up so that friends and relatives of a person in hospice can be updated and communicate with each other, and whose messages can then be printed and read to the person too ill to manage maintaining a regular phone or email connection.
Reading the entries on D's Caring Bridge journal and guestbook, I've been struck by how often in the past week people from all over the country have had similar and even inter-connected dreams, not only about D, but also about each other.
Apparently sleep connection among like-minded people, or those united in common cause, is as strong as that in waking life. Maybe more so.
D., a beautiful person in mind and body, slipped away in her sleep to the painfree place of her most recent dreams on Saturday night.
Let us continue to scream for the universal healthcare that eluded her, as part of our collective dream of justice for all.
August 3, 2009 12:20 PM | Reply | Permalink
Beautifully said, as always.
I rejoice for your friend D., who has now found her place in the moonlight. And for you - you shared her time in the sun.
August 3, 2009 2:13 PM | Reply | Permalink
Oh Missy -- thanks. You are so good at focusing on the positive. Your gift of grace has brought tears of gladness, rather than sorrow, to my eyes.
August 3, 2009 2:56 PM | Reply | Permalink
Your humbling dreamscape – comforting to envision
and appreciated. I'm glad we're all connected.
Cosmologically unifying
thoughts riding the möbius music
through the unconscious
toward action.
Thank you.
August 3, 2009 6:07 PM | Reply | Permalink
Toward action. Exactly.
August 4, 2009 12:29 AM | Reply | Permalink
Missy:
I sent this poem about dreams, by Langston Hughes, to my friend:
The Dream Keeper
Bring me all of your dreams,
You dreamer,
Bring me all your
Heart Melodies
That I may wrap them
In a blue cloud cloth
Away from the too-rough fingers
Of the world.
-- Langston Hughes
August 3, 2009 7:31 PM | Reply | Permalink
That's beautiful, Wendy. Thank you so much for sharing it, and her, with us.
August 4, 2009 12:26 AM | Reply | Permalink
Ah ha, the Dream-Weaver is back! I'm so glad.
Linus told me you were here last night, tip-toeing through the dream mists. He said he waved his tail and you understood his message. I'm not sure why, but I find that oddly comforting. You are welcome any time as you journey your nocturnal highways. [Please say that it wasn't me snoring, though. My money is on Old Grouch. :-) ]
What is really strange is that just within the past few days I was thinking about you and your dream-walking. And here you are. Why am I not surprised?
Namaste, my delightful friend.
August 4, 2009 3:50 AM | Reply | Permalink
Linus is always one of my first stops, he never fails to make me laugh. By the way ... that thing you do that you think he loves? Not so much. ;)
Namaste to you, as well. Special dogs attract special people.
August 4, 2009 4:11 AM | Reply | Permalink