The Simple Ways


Time is but an illusion.
Blessings ❤️🐾
Stay safe and well

Much Love and Compassion to those who are suffering now.

The families who have lost loved ones without being able to say proper goodbyes.

May a greater understanding come of all this pain we have endured and may we continue to always have hope in our hearts that this too shall pass.

The Simple Way
I don’t know if I dreamed it, but I woke up and turned the local Keys News on.

I must have been dreaming because I do not even have that station.

The alert said that they were closing off Key West Old Town for repairs.

Only persons on bicycles and mopeds allowed.
The City bus that makes the Duval Loop would be rerouted.

It would actually be like back in the 70’s and before.

Larger motels off Duval would be renovated and become rentals for our locals who keep this Island going.

Restaurants of every known cuisine would prosper.
No more rip off stores.
No more endless displays of novelty shops. The ones that charge extravagant prices to persons that want a piece of Paradise.

Spring Breakers and the constant influx of Snow Folks..
Miami folks would find it a less desirable destination.

Fantasy Fest would go back to what it actually was meant too be.
Something to look forward too during slow revenue times.

Children could once again have a park and swimming pool.a skating rink and things to do here.

So many Mom and Pop stores, small businesses could open again and thrive without having threats of foreclosure looming in the future.

Yes, I suppose a Utopia, a pipe dream of the old Key West.

Where everyone knew your family name.

No more homeless laying on Duval, panhandling is a lucrative enterprise.

One Human Family would take on a new and welcome
Interpretation.
We have a rich and diverse population.
Conch’s, Fresh Water Conch’s, Cuban, Latino’s, Bohemian, Jamaican, Haitian.

Key West has so much unique history.

The stories.

Pirates to Graveyard.
They stack persons now at the Key West Cemetery that do not want to be cremated. Above ground.
There is no more room at the Final Inn.

https://www.cityofkeywest-fl.gov/department/division.php?structureid=62

Shipwrecks.

https://melfisher.com/default.html

Hemingway

https://www.hemingwayhome.com/

Hurricanes

https://www.monroecounty-fl.gov/1037/Florida-Keys-Hurricane-History

The Grotto

https://stmarykeywest.com/grotto/

The Overseas Flagler Station Railway to Key West

https://www.onlyinyourstate.com/florida/overseas-railroad-fl/

Postcard Collection

https://www.florida-keys-vacation.com/1935-Hurricane.html

We have to many accidents now.
Too many deaths.
Too many cars.
If things stay the same, their will be only the very rich that will have a place here.
Where we all relocate too is the ?

Ghosts that still linger.

New Town has new roads and traffic lights along with numerous new hotels on the Blvd.

In the interim Stock Island would now be called and known as The New and very much Updated Key West.

Key West downtown will be Old Town reinvented.

New Town will be known as in The In-Between

New extravagant hotels at the marina, new roads and new greenery planted and thriving in the medium strips.
More traffic lights and stop signs at various intersections.
A brand new CVS just a shot away with free delivery.
It has been renewed so much the past few years even Old Town delivers to higher end establishments in Stock Island.

Not mentioned in the news is the rise in murders, drug overdoses, missing persons.
We are a money making tourist industry.
Bad news vs publicity does not make for lucrative tourism.

Just Saying

Cynthia J.
April 16 2020

My thoughts:

Maybe going back in time too the way Key West was is not such a bad idea.

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Our 2 x 4 Island has become even more greedy than ever it was.
It is overcrowded with the influx of Snowbirds and Tourists from everywhere in the world.
Cruise ships that pollute our waters.

We use to have so called Seasons, not like your regular Summer, Spring, Winter and Fall.
We planned for them by saving up for the lean times.
I was a server here from 1992-1998.
Than I worked at Publix Deli and Home Depot.
I retired in 2011.
I can not afford to go out too eat or enjoy any of the many activities here.
But, I am happy and content in my piece of Paradise.

I still have my cat China. Hamster MuMoo, Guppies galore, and 5 birdies.
The smell of the blooming flowers, fresh mangoes this time of year, the water, the cool breeze.

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The Iggy’s.

The Roosters.

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Everyday is almost always the same.
Mostly sunny and warm, with an occasional rainstorm.
Now it all seems to blend.

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It is rather eerie here now.

On lock-down with the Corona 19 Virus.

Streets are empty for the most part.

Kots Homeless Shelter is like Hotel California. If you enter you can never leave.
It is nearly empty.
The homeless wonder the streets like zombies in the Walking Dead.

Bodies found on main streets. Only locals have privy to this. It is never in the mainstream News. With no tourists, panhandling has come to a complete halt.
They refuse to be in lock-down. Even with three meals a day. Most say it would be as if they were incarcerated.

Long time Conch’s have been literally forced out.

Rent is so high for regular folk they need three jobs or three roommates with three jobs to even contemplate staying.
Where there is Water the developers come and take out what affordable housing is left.
One bedrooms $$$ usually costing nearly $ 3-4,000 just to secure it.

First, Last and Security. If you have a pet another $500 upfront
Than add on utilities.

No one ever said living in paradise was cheap, but it has gotten so greedy even businesses close after a few months of struggling to stay a float.
There is no more housing available.
The wait list is 5 years or more from the time you sign up.

On Saint Patty’s Day I walked with my daughter and a friend around the area of the Hogfish. It was right before the City locked down.

I thought this photo made a unique point.

It.s like WTF is happening to our World ???

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Wind Beneath My Wings

Many dreamers describe the ability to fly in their dreams as an exhilarating, joyful, and liberating experience.


This is a milestone day.

I take my last Epclusa pill. Three months, one pill a day. I have had my shower and hair wash. The morning chores are finished and I am having a delicious cup of Komodo Dragon. The birds are singing, Chibi hamster is snuggled in for her day’s slumber and feline China is napping on my bed, belly up.

I am copying the Guitar by Moonlight (Wind Beneath My Wings) to my computer so my rip and burn for this day is appropriate.

Dream early this morning.

I was at a carnival with a group of persons from Michigan. Working my shift in one of the many restaurants.

A few of them were so excited. They were going out too the large barge in the middle of the ocean that was as big as most resorts.

It had a reputation, good and bad. My man said he would go on with the others and when I got off I could fly out the only way I was accustomed too.
With the Wind beneath my Wings, free style.

The Link above will take you to another page I did on Dreams.

When I got off work before dark I took flight into the higher realms in self propelled flight.

It was so beautiful, the wind blowing my hair. The speed that I flew as the sun was just setting. Visibility was still good flying over the ocean currents.

They were on the far side. I made a smooth landing and persons kept saying an angel had fallen from the sky. The distant lights of the carnival rides could be seen from the floating barge.

Immediately I noticed that this was a party, a huge party of drinking and drugs,sex and all that goes with it. The man was very attentive to me.

He was quick too save me from the many men that wanted my attention.

That changed.

He would disappear and each time be lingered longer.On each return he would be higher and so out of it.

I was wearing my beautiful coat and had high top leather boots on. I was thirsty and hungry.

Afraid to partake of anything in lieu of the fact everything seemed to be laced with something or the other.

I decided the best for me was to fly back.

Looking out over the now black and turbulent water I realized the wind not at my advantage. I wondered if I could obtain the height needed to fly too my safety corner.

I tried.

It was not going to work with what I was wearing and I visualized a certain fall into the darkness of the sea.

I removed my cherished coat and boots and tried once again.

The wind kept blowing me back.

Again I visualized being completely thrown off course far and away from the carnival in one direction and the barge in the other.

Either way it was a decision I could not wisely make.

I left the area I was at on the barge and entered another area.

This one was even worse, derelicts and such low life that I feared for my life.

No one to protect me, no one I knew, all strangers with one goal. I was to remain grounded and unable too leave.

As in all dreams when danger lurks you hopefully wake up.

I did that.

My mouth was so parched and I was starving.

So, yet again the wind in a different form had kept me beneath it’s wings and protected me.

This is the first of many dreams of late that have not eluded me.

Since being on the Hep C Epclusa Cure my dreams have been in living color and more intense than usual. Once I awake they slip like sifting sand through my hand,lost too me in an elusive dream state of being.

Flying in dreams:

“I’m Flying”

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“Flying dreams fall under a category of dreams known as lucid dreams. Lucid dreams occur when you become aware that you are dreaming. Many dreamers describe the ability to fly in their dreams as an exhilarating, joyful, and liberating experience.

If you are flying with ease and are enjoying the scene and landscape below, then it suggests that you are on top of a situation. You have risen above something. It may also mean that you have gained a new and different perspective on things. Flying dreams and the ability to control your flight is representative of your own personal sense of power.Such dreams are sure to leave you with a great sense of freedom.”

Source of Dream Interpretation

https://www.dreamdictionary.org/common/flying-dreams/

Sleep Talking Gibberish


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I freaked them out last night talking in my gibberish dialect. I was sound a sleep. Wish I knew what I said.
I have been told on numerous occasions that I do this.
My mother was affiliated with Jehovah’s Witness, her close friend and sister in the faith said I needed help and was possessed of some entity.
I forever rebelled and repelled that CULT.
The information below was taken from this website.

http://snoringcenter.com/snoring/what-is-sleep-talking-is-it-safe/

“Sleep talking can be coherent or complete gibberish and not even spoken in the person’s native tongue. Just as often, sleep talking doesn’t carry the same voice and tone as the person would if speaking while awake. He or she can sound completely different.
The lighter the sleep, the more intelligent the sleep talking is. In sleep stages 1 and 2, the talking is more intelligible, while in stages 3 or 4, the talk might be restricted to moans and gibberish.”

More information found here:

https://www.psychologytoday.com/blog/the-land-nod/201307/sleep-talking-what-does-it-mean

Daymare Naps and Nocturnal Nights


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During my nap today.
I dreamed I was in my house.
Everything was in place and clean.
When I woke their was all kinds of furniture, dishes, clothes in the front room. The exterminator was spraying a huge bird that had flown in.
He fell to the floor and I noticed he was so beautiful,

a phoenix bird.
To dream of a phoenix stands for rebirth and eternal life. It may also indicate a past that continues to haunt you.

I immediately started reviving him so I could free him.
I told the men to leave because I had animals and did not want the poisonous sprays getting into there tiny lungs.
I also told them to take all that furniture and stuff with them.

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Large house. I with the cats,dogs and other people’s babies were there.

The clock said 1 AM but it was really 6:30 AM.

I told them to lower the music or I would have her evicted. She was looking around and saying “what did you do with this and where is my little trinkets ?”

I told her I did nothing with her stuff which in my dream I had not.

The dog was writhing and howling in pain, the cats were all crying and babies were screaming.

That is when we noticed the brown paper layers that were in front of a unique shelving. We began tearing them off one by one and nothing was there but empty shelving.

All our crystals and keepsakes gone.

The dog died and froze.

I was holding on to Minnie but she wanted down.

A lady was sitting in a chair and said what the heck is that and turned it upside down.

Babies still alive, but dying fell on the floor screaming, covered in scorpions and spiders.

That is when we first saw the crawlers, the poisonous spiders, red tipped scorpions that kill with one sting.

They were everywhere as if someone had came in and released them too do their deathly deeds.

I was awakened suddenly by Shy Cat howling in a way I had never heard before.
A forlorn, cry. Than total silence.

I got up to check on him, my cats and birdies.
I made coffee.
I can not sleep now.

I have been drinking lots of water. I went to bed at 1.
Did not watch anything craze on TV before sleeping.

Dreams of Spiders:

Source

Spiders

To dream of a spider denotes that you are being ignored and overlooked by others. Perhaps you feel that it is best to avoid someone or something that will only influence you negatively. The spider also represents female strengths and intensity. It may be implying that there is some entity trying to keep you safe from your own actions. If you kill a spider, it indicates that you will soon face hardships and obstacles.
To see a spider spinning a web implies that your energies and exertions will result in great gifts. This can be in the form of career advancement, elevation in social status, or prosperity. Spiders represent imagination and artistic nature.
On a negative note, spiders may suggest that you feel stuck in a negative relationship. Perhaps your significant other is being too dependent on you. It can indicate that you are being influenced by someone or something that is detrimental to your happiness or safety.
To see a spider climbing up a wall in your dream implies that you will achieve your goals in the near future.
To dream that you are bitten by a spider symbolizes an issue between you and a female associate. You may be feeling entangled in a relationship that you no longer want to be a part of.

Scorpions

To dream of a scorpion signifies an experience that has caused you great pain or grief. It may also indicate insensitive and resentful words or thoughts that an enemy holds about you. Your dream warns that you may be treading into a territory that can only bring you sorrow and loss. The scorpion symbolizes change and a new beginning. It may be necessary for you to discard previous beliefs and ideals and adopt new ones. Also, the scorpion may be a symbol of a person who was born under the Scorpio zodiac sign.
To see scorpions floating in water signifies that you must resign yourself to the fact that an event or situation has indeed occurred and cannot be changed. There is a possibility that you are experiencing the stages of grief and learning to continue on with your life.

Two Sundays


Last Sunday

Wow, it’s been a weird day. It started out fine.
I love sitting in my director’s chair feeding all the creatures that come too greet me. Especially on the weekend with no hustle and bustle of the school kids going off on the buses that come one by one to pick them up. The garbage collector doesn’t run either so those horrid sounds are not missed. Coffee in hand, it is a beautiful Sunday morning. The sky an azure pastel as it starts to brighten up the day. It is so interesting watching the cats so amused and yet fearful to step even an inch out the front door which I am thankful for. It is quite in the apartment. I can still hear frogs and crickets from the bedroom window. The heat of the day has begun.

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Dreams entertained me until I heard a faint “I love you , Mama” as Rhea was going out the door to work at 2:45. When I did get up it was 3 in the afternoon.
So, I am feeling a bit odd. I evidently needed to sleep. The other night I had nightmares. I woke Rhea calling out to “Mommie” over and over. No one could hear me in my dream.
Than several others that have went the elusive way of dreams.
And when I do sleep soundly, it seems like I dream the whole entire time.

It’s like going to a movie that lasts all night.

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This Sunday

Last Evening

A very loud crash, the birds were just covered and than BOOM. The silverware tray I had attached to the wall with all my nick-knacks and smaller crystals came down when Minnie’s frame fell off the wall striking it. I suppose when I covered the parakeet cage the cover perhaps rubbed the frame the wrong way.

The cats woke me with crying like they had not been fed in days.

Put the crystals and other nics on the other wall.

Drama continues, too many holes in the cheese.

The Baby shower was nice. I sat out on the lounge and watched the waves come off shore.

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SunPar 3-D Dream

Universal Message:
Your mind is apt to be challenged, dear Scorpio, by a strong force that is calling on you to lift off the ground and take flight. More than likely there is a strong person or situation that enters the scene today to remind you of the importance of the imagination. Don’t get so fixed in your position that you fail to see the benefits of other ways of looking at the same thing.


Flashback

8/20/2002

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This is a powerful message that came to me in a dream.

My fingers may make typo’s but I want to get down as much as I can remember and the sequence in which it came.

I went to sleep at 4 am with Purrby by my side. Inside my dream I was awakened to a room full of persons that I had no knowledge of ever seeing or meeting. The window was wide open and the curtain was the only pertinent thing in the room. It was here (my apartment) but it had been totally transformed. There was a void to the room as in pictures and material things, very plain.

The persons were beautiful in form and small kittens were scattering about. They were not in good health from being outdoors and were cuddling with Purrby.

On a whiteboard the words,welcome to Sunpar’s Journey to Jupiter in 3-D was written. The crop music from the “SIGNS” soundtrack  was playing. I was being touched and caressed simultaneously by many hands. The touch filled me with intimidation and I was told to relax and enjoy these things bestowed upon me.

One man in particular was a leader of sorts. In my mind I assumed that he at some time had been with these other woman. I remember hovering over the group in suspended animation and being moved in different directions by persons moving there hands.

My first mate was here and at first seemed to be upset that so much attention was centered on me until a lady chose him and they disappeared into a long kiss, a passionate one. All the while my interest was in wanting this man.

Everyone said I was holding back that I had to give in to my feelings but that it was not time for this specific man. He touched me in ways that absorbed my soul, I felt very connected to him. Then all of a sudden we were in time transported to another place. It was like a big yard and I had to relieve myself. I went into this canal and he was there and we watched each other. He held me and told me to release my desires and then he gently kissed me. I desired more, but “not yet” were his words. Everyone had laptops and were connected to a site that said the words about Sunpar and Jupiter,  years (2035) into the future.


There are messages that I am trying to remember that concerned me.

Look inside is coming through and don’t hold back, go. The dream is fading now but I remember coming back here and the apartment was all cleaned up and no evidence of my past life was here. It was clean and functional yet very basic. The door opened this time as the window had been sealed off to outsiders and he walked in. He took me in his arms and told me to CRY, to let everything fall on his shoulders.

It was not to be sexual in nature but about feeling and touch. Then slowly a new group of persons that had gotten news of this group came in the room, they came in through unknown portals.

The kittens, slipping in under the door stripping were back all clean and playing and scattering about as kittens do. Like young children let loose at the playground. It was a reunion again and even tho I did not KNOW these persons they were my family and we connected on all levels of communication and oneness.

OK, I have pulled up the elusiveness now and I just wanted to add that before sleep I asked the universe for dreams to come and I was thinking about kissing and relating on a more feeling mode instead of sexually.
The dream came…

Then this in a universal message:

Your mind is apt to be challenged, dear Scorpio, by a strong force that is calling on you to lift off the ground and take flight. More than likely there is a strong person or situation that enters the scene today to remind you of the importance of the imagination. Don’t get so fixed in your position that you fail to see the benefits of other ways of looking at the same thing.

12/17/2002  (Drug Lords)
I have just awoken from falling a sleep while watching the soaps. Evidently I needed the deep sleep. My head is spinning from the dream that awoke me. I was on the phone with you crying and I was telling you that which had happened. In my dream I was happy and I always took the 4 tiels and Purrby to the library everyday and they kept them and they were a blessing to those visiting. I had finished cleaning my apartment which was in a very large house. There were many apartments, the weather was cool in the dream as it is now but a bit more chilly. I walked across the street and everything was in disarray. Birds flying hither and yon, cats looking lost as their owners could not locate them. Many persons did as I did and left there animals at the library when they went to work or had chores to run and didn’t want them to be alone. Faces of sadness and bewilderment abounded.
All questions had but a few nonsense answers.
The personnel at the front desk (once you could find it) said you were warned to not leave your apartment. I said “What are you talking about” They had fear on there faces, they were telling stories they thought made a bit of sense. In actuality they knew little more than myself.
OK, the persons at the library said for everyone to gather the animals they could find. Only those that were left by them and go back home because these drug lords had taken over and were taking what they wanted and leaving what they felt as trash behind.
I frantically searched and Purrby FOUND me, I located my teils and placed two on each of my shoulders…the parakeets were flying so wildly, I could only recognize one, it was Xanadu (named after Tweety) he was injured and I held him in my palm gently and walked towards home.
On arrival~ nothing . Everything gone, everything.
I went back to the library with a demand for my belongings back. They finally allowed me to see a secret room where furnishings and special items were placed by the drug lords. They told me to hurry and try to make some form of arrangement to get these things out that belonged too me.
In just a few hours they also would be forever gone.
I located Dad’s chair, my desk that the bird cages were on, all the empty cages…looking as if a hurricane had passed through them. Personal papers strewn all about the room.
Inside the cages were my treasured stones and crystals laying amidst the birdseed and feces.
Just hours before the cages had housed my happy parakeets and other sweet birdies.
I found a change purse mama had given me and figured I would need the small amount of change for bartering for food.
There were many children around looking very lost without their games to play.They promised to care for the parakeets as long as they were there. No one wanted to say too much, they were very much in fear of the drug lords and what they might do them.

It was like wandering through a huge warehouse looking for familiar items of my life. Photo albums were mixed in with other families photo albums, same as the household items and furnishings. They(the Drug Lords) had already taken the best things.

Little did they know what dad’s chair meant to me. The large table that I had bought with dad’s approval, he said it was good wood. My picture albums, books, my Purrby, and my birdies.
I was crying so hard I could barely speak on the phone to you to explain, in my dream a man was due home but he had no face in my dream, very nice but I haven’t any clues who. I just knew he was someone who was for me and cared deeply for me.

The key to my apartment of it’s own accord bent in half in my hand.

It was of no more use to me.
This is this first dream I have had in quite sometime that I have remembered so precisely to write down

My Kind of Dream


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I dreamed of a man that looked like Jafar in “Alice in Wonderland~Once Upon a Time”.

He was a Doctor, very intelligent and well spoken. He had a mysterious air about him that intrigued me.

He requested I visit him after meeting him at a cafe he frequented in the States.

He lived in Bolivia. I flew there into an unknown world. It was beautiful. He whisked me away on a romantic view of the city by way of his magic carpet.

I realized I had no interest in him and it seemed the feeling was mutual.

When I ready to leave I mentioned that we had not so much as kissed let alone been intimate with each other.

He told me to sit on the carpet and he began a story.

He said that LOVE was like building a house. First you laid a foundation which we had completed when we met and he invited me to fly too see him.

Second, the foundation must be secure, not flimsy made of sand that would easily crumble come the first storm.

Third were the floors of the house.They too had to be built very sturdy with beams of strong enforcers that would hold the house together no matter what troubles fell upon it.

Fourth the wiring. It had to be connected. This was one of the last things completed and it had to have enough spark to light the entire house from foundation too the roof.
The roof was the covering that protected the house. Without it all inside would deteriorate and dissolve.

He said Love grows, it reaches it potential over time like a beautiful work of art or musical soundtrack. It is not built over night, nor fast and furious. It is not a short-lived sexual escapade of lustful desires demanding fullfillment.

He looked off in the distance for a moment and then continued. A house can be filled with the most exquisite treasures found all over the world. It can have a tapestry of fruit trees, flowers and Cabana’s surrounding beautiful pond’s of Koi fish.

All these material things.

Still the house sits empty of respect, love and laughter.

He then asked me if I would like to build a home.

As I boarded the plane he said by the time the house is completed we will know if we shall live in it together.

Veiled Dreams


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I just woke up out of another intense dream. I went to the bathroom and noticed it was raining very hard, I could hear the sounds of it hitting the window pane.

The dream dissipated as soon as I awakened.

I used to pride myself on remembering my dreams. I could wake and write about the dream and the more I wrote the more I remembered.

That capability is gone.

I do dream, I still fly, but by the time I’m awake I can’t remember them. Lately all l  remember is how strange I feel. It feels like I am going in circles and discombobulated.  Usually I am very tired and thirsty. I used to have very vivid dreams and a strong memory of them. Now, The Dream leaves me feeling very confused, in a weird, happy or benevolent way.

No flashes, no bits and pieces that I can weave together.

I am beginning to think that my Dreams are like watching a new and exciting show on TV. One that has no conclusion, no follow-up or continuity.

Technicolor Fragments.

Visions of our innermost thoughts relentlessly at work while at rest. Night visions that are evidently not material to dwell on nor interpret, analyze, or decipher in the morning light.

Spirit Travelers


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….The look on my Dad’s face was stern and perplexed. My Mother had that half-smile with the bluest twinkle in her eyes.

It was mid morning. My younger sister and I had moved to New York City that summer. We had rented a small ground level apartment next to a bakery. The windows were covered in wrought iron. The ceilings were like those in a church and the huge skylights let the bright morning light shine into our realm; much to our dismay on a morning such as this.

Edie and I had went out the night previous. New York City Nights…We brought late night “Party Till” persons back to our place. The beds had been used but not for sleeping.

Going to sleep was not an option; as the parents were coming in on the morning train. Morning had already begun, as I sit on my bum in the loo contemplating the day ahead.

As I read some old news from our news rack, I heard Edie say “Do you think we could go BY a grocery and stock up on their favorites including Mom’s biscuits and dad’s sausage he loved”

This made me laugh hysterically and I replied “ Do you really think we can afford to BUY a grocery”

She did not seem as amused as I was.

The windows had all  been opened. Our over night guests vacated our castle just a few hours before. We didn’t want any lingering odors of smoke, burnt pizza or  other contraband greeting the folks bright and early.

My legs were numb. I had sat too long in the loo. The curtain to the window was blowing slightly. I could hear the street sounds and smell the bread already in the ovens. The morning rush of city dwellers and out of city subbers had begun.

That’s when I noticed Mom and Dad standing outside the window.

They had arrived earlier then we expected.

“A true spirit visitation dream supports the notion that a loved one is never far away, guiding and contributing to the life of the dreamer. It eases the longing for re-connection and inspires faith in an afterlife. Guiding souls are not on a spiritual platform above us looking down but are invisibly amongst us blessing us daily with their love and offering a helping hand.”

Quote above from unknown source.

The Drowning


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The water was turbulent
The color of ink
Murky and foreboding

I prayed for time

I jumped into the fray

Searching
My arms and legs moved quickly like tentacles
Hoping for a connection

I sensed her

Reaching

I held her

She panicked and flung herself from my grasp

I felt her

Slide past, descending into her watery grave of a dreamless rest

© Cynthia Martz 2013
4/27/13