Tag: dreams

Go With The Flow: Trust It

Growing up, my dad often told me to, “Go with the flow.” As with other things he said to me growing up, this only came to have meaning to me after he was gone (…the people we love have a way of gilding us like that, even after they are gone from our lives…). My…

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A Dream, A Map

It was Freud, Jung’s mentor, who called dreams ‘The royal road to the unconscious.” Jung himself believed that dreams were how we came to discover the unconscious myths guiding our lives. I recently had such a dream, so clear, so well constructed, that it was a revelation. Perhaps it came because, having quit Cannabis, my…

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Welcome to The Woods

Four weeks and two days ago, I left the city that never loved me; for I had to leave: I had to fall deeper, further into love – and closer to a pattern of life befitting a serious writer.  Sarah, life partner and best friend she is, naturally loved the idea of living in the woods…

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Wake Up With Your Dreams

N.G.U Never Give Up It warrants a seriousness – you see You musn’t ever, ever give up on your dreams For if you do dear child, You will awake without them And a day without, Is spent in doubt But a day with, Is-a life well-lived So to the wise, These words I give: Before…

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The Cottage and The Castle

I took a nap this afternoon and had a very lucid dream; I dreampt I was outside of a small cottage, posting an old wooden sign bearing the namesake of my blog – only the S was gone: 7Saturday. I then heard a stirring from within the interior of the cottage, which prompted me to…

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A Delightful Life

Delightful day; what more can I say; I ran, I hiked, I swam, I read, I cooked, I napped – I did everything but make love, which, in itself, is another kind of delightful day, just not the one written for today. But I conspire with fate for days like that too. I’m working on…

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D.O.T.D.K

This dock It’s run through my life like a river Spent every day in the summer of ’94 on it’s end Treble hook in hand, Hands trembling, Squeezing bits of white bread together – bait for my bait, Catching Smelt by hand, Should have smelled my hands Pulling Mussels off the pilings Orange and black…

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