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Dreaming as a way of lifeArchive for September, 2007
Emerson, Ralph Waldo
Don’t waste your life in doubts and fears: spend yourself on the work before you, well assured that the right performance of this hour’s duties will be the best preparation for the hours or ages that follow it.
Love Flows Through
I am crossing a road with Amanda, holding on to her small right hand with my left. It is a 4-lane road with a divider. I believe half of it is one-way, so on much of it I only have to look one way to make sure it is clear. We run across the street, with me slowing down to adjust to her speed. There is a construction barrier, like a hurdle, as we get to the other side. Amanda is able to jump it, which surprises me but I’m proud of her. We walk on a second level wide concrete walkway. There are large windows to the left, like shops or businesses of some kind. One is a childcare center. The childcare center has a door with a large window. A small boy is standing behind the window waiting for me. He is my boy. The boy is just a little guy, toddler at most. He has light brown hair in a typical little boy cut. I open the door and pick him up. I am about to leave, but then open the door again and waive to a man in the center so that he knows I’m here to pick up my boy. I hold my boy to my chest with my right arm, while holding Amanda’s hand with my left hand. I feel intense love, both emotionally and physically. I want to hold on for a minute and just stand there holding each of them like this. As I do, I feel the love flowing into my chest from the boy, and up through my arm from Amanda. The love connects all the way through, like energy flowing through my heart and down my left arm, and vice versa.
From Deep Below
From deep below the surface I see
Interpreting images of circles three
Of eels and snakes that slam the hull
Devoid of the sound of the laughing gull
Decoding the symbols
Deciphering the code
On the screen within my underwater abode
Of what I guess and what I know
With this translation from below
Breathnach, Sarah Ban
The world needs dreamers and the world needs doers. But above all, the world needs dreamers who do.
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