Yea, a rainy morning here on the Island. Most of us are hunkered down with a college football or basketball game on. The Farmers Market has moved to a more sheltered area, though they still have stuff to eat but toward the end of their season.
Yea, so we are here with the blog and I have redeem myself for all the shorty sunny weather posts that I’ve put out over the last few weeks. Now the serious blogging season starts. Now the good stuff should come out, hopefully.
Had a dream last night about three very tall men arriving at my house. Despite my original fear I did answer the door and went out among them. I had to have one of them sit down on the bench there as he was just too tall. Maybe this was a Father, Son and Holy Spirit trio?
They were moving me out of my house. And I was trying to clean up after myself and it was all very anxious with little time. I finally awoke and was relieved that it was “only” a dream and I could relax.
Seems as though I am going to die to something or move on to something else. OK, interesting. That is the way I am seeing it at the moment, Sort of heavy duty.
OK, what do I follow that with? Well, I am happy to report that I am finally seeing my visits to the Institute as a place for a salon. Just as the walks here have turned into a salon. Interesting people and ideas come and go and everyone prospers. That is an incredible turn as in time past it was hard for me to enter those doors. I would have to talk myself into it each time as chemo is such a chore. Now all of a sudden it is a joy to go in! Huh?
OK, so such is my life. Just reporting on the happenings as I try to navigate through this tangle. I am blessed beyond everything. Thanks for being here.
blessed loves, Felipé.
Thank you for sharing your dream about the three tall men, Father, Son, and Holy Spirit?
A joy to go to the institute which is now like a salon. I love that. We do find joy in the midst of our trials. I have discovered that while caring for Sandy, my husband. It is hard work but there are so many blessings in the midst.
Thanks for inspiring all of us.
The best to you and Sandy, Joy. Thank you for taking the time to be with us. And thank you for what you do. Felipé.x
Dear Phil,
Three very tall men? And moving out? I can see your dream somehow related to Rho’s poem yesterday… the three tall trees evicted from their home on earth… Maybe you were recreating your version of the poem?!
So looking forward to the blogging season… although I don’t really know what you mean with serious blogging season… because the richness that came out during the summer has been quite something… but like with the Bandanas from Caminoheads Veranda 2019, you are always producing stuff in the behind the scenes…
Love you lots Love,
Cris
Cris ~ that is an interesting take the three tall men and the three tall trees. That’s eire but it was all eire. No but it was the three tall men evicting me from my home. This is a common theme with me to move from one camp to another or from one house to another, one location to another. As we know dream imagery can be very interesting. Felipe.x
In my dream last night I was chased by the giant 3 point buck who still comes, only him, to eat the remaining apples. I hid behind the van with small children. Maybe tonight you can come over here for him, and I can visit with your 3 guests? We will see dear friend.
Michele ~ dreams can appear very crazy at first. Most of the time they come forth for me after a time. Interesting concept to trade dream characters. Miss you, Felipé.x