Month: January 2018

Godlings

Who are you when you are dreaming?

You are the one who is experiencing the dream. You are seeing the scenes, interacting with the characters and feeling the emotions. And at the time, you are believing these things are real.

You become like an actor in a play. One who has become so embedded in the role that you are no longer aware of who you really are.

Until you wake up.

Who else are you when you are dreaming?

You are the one who is creating the dream. Whipping up worlds utilizing images and characters, experiences and memories taken from your “real” life. And what a creative opportunity it is! A chance to play, a chance to teach. You are the story-teller and you don’t care what is real and what is not. You are making it up as you go along. You have no long-term plan or ultimate goal in mind.

You are pretending. Playing. Like a child.

Who are you when you are awake?

Who is creating your world when you are awake?

What would you like to be real?

Who is keeping that from happening?

Who are you now?

Who will you be when you Wake Up?

Grey-Hounded

i am here again the light is back images around me table dresser window curtains all new because i am new on my back in my crib pacifier still in my mouth the crazy dream world fades into this hard world i think am aware no words raw feelings reactions learning so fast so much no labels just experience innocent don’t know much

pure

what i know i am one of several smallest dependent two biggest two smaller but bigger than me no names no words love food and hugs smiles love soft music-y sounds from mouth my favorite one other big love but harder sharper sounds a little scary next favorite wise gods know all two smaller nice unpredictable mysterious these creatures we are there are no other ones in this world all the same but sizes

sounds approach foot-sounds soft favorite in through door happy love see it push out pacifier smile holding up both grabber things love hug happy

mysterious operation ritual warm below now cold tickle wipe tight dry feels good now food warm mouth suck

so good

no more favorite puts pick-up grabber things around me up i go happy music-y sounds carry me to the shiny square i see other favorite in square there are two carries small one like me moving it moves lift grabber too same favorite points points points

comprehension

i understand sort of me it’s me not me but me touch grabber meets other me grabber hard cold mystery wall

happy learning adventure laugh love us

DING DONG!

what do i hear favorite making loud sounds looking out door putting me back in crib waves grabber walks out what don’t go sad can still hear other sound another noise like us there is another one of us


“Just a minute!” called Carol, responding to the ring of the door-bell.

She carried Sarah away from the mirror and back over to the crib, setting her gently on the coverlet. “Mommy will be right back sweety,” she said to the baby. “As soon as she sees who’s at the door.”

“Now who could this be so early in the morning?” Carol wondered to herself as she crossed the living-room. “Coming!” she said out loud.

Carol opened the front door and was delighted to see her friend Alice standing there on the porch along with her beautiful dog, Sadie.

“Hi Carol!” said Alice. “I have been so busy lately but I just had to stop by and see the new baby.

Carol smiled. “Of course, of course! Come on  in.”  She stepped back and gestured for her friend to enter the house. As Alice crossed the threshold, Sadie pushed past her. Wagging her tail, the lean old greyhound began sniffing at the carpet. Suddenly her ears pricked up. She looked toward the hall that led to Sarah’s room. Before either woman could say a word, the curious dog trotted across the living-room, down the hall and into the nursery.


listening sounds and happys click clicks coming fast turning head to door here comes another one of us a new one of us curious a sound a shadow I see it looks like

not us

screaming screaming screaming i can’t stop screaming screaming

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