A Sacred Life

A Sacred Life

Sunday, November 04, 2007

sacred sunday - dreams

I didn't want to go to bed without mentioning something I am grateful for or find sacred. Right now, being tired, I am thankful for my bed and the book I'll maybe read before falling asleep.

Actually, it is the dreams that I'm grateful for.

I love dreaming.

I love waking in the morning and journaling them, analyzing them, and taking what inspiration I can from some and create, whether it be a painting or shrine or just a sketch. I enjoy recording them in some way and then looking back months and years later.

I was reading a dream I had months before in a journal in a parking lot in Colorado. We happened to be stuck there, living in a Volkswagen bus. What I was reading was a description of what I was seeing around me, like it was some premonition and from then on, I never took my dreams lightly.

I still remember childhood dreams.

Lately, I've been inspired to paint from them.

Last night's dream will soon appear in some form on the canvas.

Sacred Sunday is about the dreams. The ones we escape to at night and the one's that live in our heart. Follow them.


Cre8Tiva said...

i cannot wait to see what your dreams provide...blessings, rebecca

Jane said...

I love my dreams too. I used to keep a dream journal next to my bed and I need to get back to that. When I was little, I used to have 2 reoccuring dreams all the time. One was where I had been abducted and my kidnapper was taking me shopping in a huge store. I could see my parents in the same store but I could never get to them. The other dream had me sitting on a hill. Suddenly bombs would go off and I would feel myself flying in the air but I always woke up before hitting the ground. In my adult years, I've had dreams of going back to high school and never being able to find my locker/classes/schedule. I've also had dreams of being with people at parties yet feeling completely alone. Sorry for rambling...just had to share!