…but it sure looks like it! We recently had a lot of work done at the house, including complete interior painting. The painters did such a good job at filling any holes left from pictures, clocks, and mirrors that I have had difficulty trying to find where the holes were originally.
I know, things do not have to be placed on the wall exactly where they were before…but I like them to be.
In my piano room I have a large sepia-colored photograph compilation of Sky. Looking for the precise holes where it was located before being painted has been a challenge. I thought using a bright LED flashlight would help me locate anomalies on the walls surface, which would help me locate where any holes may have been filled.
Inherent in my nature is to notice patterns, visual or written, and beauty in abstraction. While I shone the flashlight on the wall, I instantly saw the Moon.
I just wrote about a dream that has recently recurred in some form that involve a very big house. Aptly titled Big House within the Dreams tab is one of the many recent big-house dreams that apparently need my attention. Who knows why we dream what we dream. Many people do not remember their dreams. To me, they are thoroughly intriguing because I am involved in something beyond my own conscious reality.
Transparently written are the dreams I have about my ‘relationship’ green mossy lakes. The Canoe Outing, newly found within the Green tab is a short, but emotionally menacing depiction of my dreamt experience while canoeing in waters I should not have been anywhere near. To me it’s like heights, or the fear of being at the very precipice of them. Fear for what could occur, yet drawn to the particular fear out of pure curiosity. Dizzyingly frightening to me nonetheless.
I was originally going to title this post Paradox, but that just seemed somewhat truncated for me. The gifts of linear time has opened the door for a lot of self-contemplation on my part for meaning and value. We don’t typically embrace the ravages of linear time, but perhaps we should. Without the ‘highs’ in life, there could be no ‘lows’ and without the lows in life, there could be no highs.
Perspective on anything carries a lot of weight. While we may not be able to understand everything, we can at least appreciate ‘it’, whatever it may be.
A new essay titled Untouchable is found within the Musings tab. It’s neither a feel-good or downer read, but it is contemplative nonetheless.
Clyde crossed Rainbow Bridge earlier this evening. He was our 11 yr., 8 month old golden retriever and he LIVED each day during those years as if it were his last!
We are all blessed with gifts whether we know it or not. Clyde was one of those gifts, and Irene and I KNEW it. We always referred to him as ‘The King of Cuddles’. There was never a time when he would not want us to hold and pet him…ever. He was always there by our side whenever we made the request, and even when we didn’t.
Clyde was the definition of Golden Retriever. He LOVED water and would always want to swim in water whenever possible, and he LOVED to retrieve…anything! THE most favorite activity that Clyde always enjoyed was playing with ‘The Flip’. He would drop everything for the Flip, which was simply a frisbee flying disc. I could throw the disc long and hard and he would put on his gas to run and catch it over his left shoulder each and every time. He was an absolutely amazing disc catcher.
At our house, Irene and I always made reference and connection to The Lion King being the reflective life of Clyde. The Lion King is one of my favorites of all time specifically for the reason being Clyde. As prophetically sad as it was, we loved ‘The Circle of Life’, and especially ‘I Just Can’t Wait to be King’ as the innocence of a young cub just longed for the day to have the respect of a grown-up. We were never naive to the fact that one day Clyde would have to succumb to the Circle’s closure. Today was that day.
Clyde, we had always known that you werethe King that you had always aspired to be. ‘Oh, I just can’t wait to be King!’…You are the King, Clyde. You are the Lion King!
Life is Good! We are all grateful that you showed that loving sentiment to us every single day.
Thank you Clyde. Thank you for the endless love you gave to everyone! Bonnie and Noel will miss you great big! We love you bunches and bunches! We’ll be right back!
School has begun and we have officially started the 2020-2021 school year. It’s all online, at least for now. The way I see it, there really is no way that we could go back to a physical learning environment. It’s just all too risky. Sure, I save commuting time back and forth to school and it is very convenient to teach from home. But there are always two sides to every coin.
I just posted an essay under the Dreams tab titled You Never Gave Up On Me. It’s of a dream I had last week and it took me some time to write because I wanted to get it just right. Typically, dreams are dreams so I simply write what the dream was about. This essay however needed a prologue because it was important. We always know the things in life that have significant meaning, and this is one of them.
Just added under the I Remember tab is an essay on an institution that is long gone. The school Cafeteria. I think there is something about the school cafeteria that helped students work together and respect one another. The cafeteria helped to build community and a reliance on each other to accomplish a specific job. My direction on the essay is more focused to the fond memories I have regarding the school cafeteria.
My dad turned 84 today and I was fortunate to speak with him on the phone. Every year on this day when I see and/or speak with him, he tells me the story of when I was a kid and on my birthday was given the choice to go to the zoo, or go to the beach. I chose the zoo. My dad likes to tell me this story as he always starts to laugh when he gets to the part that my brother and sister were mad at me because they wanted to go to the beach. It was a nice summer day, and the beach would have been perfect. I wanted to see the animals at the zoo. I loved the zoo.
I remember that day well, and there was of course a lot of walking on that hot summer day. I didn’t care though, I was sharing my birthday with my dad at the zoo. I was his birthday present some years earlier and he will always be my birthday present too. Happy Birthday Dad, I love you! 🙂