Tuesday, May 11, 2021

Near and Dear

Yesterday was a special day for me, and it was lovely to read caring messages sent by friends and family. It was even better to see and talk to people I care about. Yet nothing can or will replace being held and holding those we care about. Thanks to K, I didn't miss out too much in that department. 

Never-the-less, I am in a sentimental mood today. This has been my ear-worm. 

The Nearness of You, performed ever-so-gently by Norah Jones. 


It's not the pale moon
That excites me
That thrills and delights me
Oh no
It's just the nearness of you

It isn't your sweet conversation
That brings this sensation
Oh no
It's just the nearness of you

When you're in my arms
And I feel you so close to me
All my wildest dreams
Came true

I need no soft lights
To enchant me
If you would only grant me
The right
To hold you ever so tight
And to feel in the night
The nearness of you

Music: Hoagy Carmichael Lyrics: Ned Washington

Saturday, May 1, 2021

Sometimes a Dream ...

I have often wondered where ideas come from. Could a dream be the thought that then initiates some even more interesting thought we are meant to think? If you are giving me a blank-eyed stare, that is ok ... I get that a lot. 

HOW CAN A PERSON JUST DECIDE WHAT HE'S GOING TO THINK?
DOESN'T HE HAVE TO THINK FIRST, AND THEN TRY TO DISCOVER WHAT IT IS THAT HE'S THOUGHT?
....
YOU'RE LOOKING AT ME WITH BLANK EYES!


Many years ago, a dream changed my way of thinking of myself. In it, my rather sporty car had been at a garage for some repairs to the engine. When I went to bring the car home I noticed, to my horror, that the car's sporty wheels had been taken away and some nasty-looking wheels put on instead. I don't recall anything else from the dream - that is likely where I woke up with an adrenaline rush. I didn't think myself a particularly possessive sort of person, but that dream revealed how wrong I had been about that, and brought on some soul-searching. 

In this morning's dream, K and I were visiting some sort of fancy food market that was having a clearance sale. One bottle of wine, decades old, was in a display case. There was also a package of very special cheese of some sort. Everything in this shop had been stored at the optimum temperature and in the perfect conditions for preservation. The wine and cheese were the last of their kind. We decided to buy them. 

As the dream went on, we considered setting them both aside because they were so special - one of a kind. But knowing they would spoil quickly, we consumed them right away, with some bread, for a very enjoyable picnic. 

Both of these dreams were of their time. The first was a dream of a young person who had illusions of being easy-going. It revealed something of my true nature. It gave me something to think about in order to grow away from pride of ownership. 

What does today's dream tell me, I wonder?  Is it a sort of parable? Or is it just something that has given me an excuse to create this post? 

As K says, "Sometimes a dream is just a dream."