Birthday Ritual
Haven’t decided yet if I want to write about it, or record my musings and put it on the podcast yet. Any preferences or questions? I never know what people might want to know! Anyways, here’s some pics … click on image for full size
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- Getting set up
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- Ready to get started
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- What the Dude With the Antlers had to say
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- Aftermath
Unfamiliar Territory
I find myself standing in unfamiliar territory. I have never seen a city on this Side before. Wait … maybe I didn’t go down and am still in Midgard? I feel embarrassed. How did I manage that? I am standing on a sidewalk in what looks like a major eastern city, New York, Toronto, Detroit, Chicago, something like that. I wonder if I ought to just turn back, find my way home.
I wonder if this is just a dream? But it can’t be, it feels like much more. I must have slipped out of my body again, dammit. I am embarrassed again; I really should have better control.
A man walks past me, accompanied by a woman. I overhear their conversation. His wife tries to do too much; the family business is failing as a result. Somehow I know the woman is his sister-in-law, she agrees with him. They worry about money and seem to be very stressed out. I follow them, curious. We enter some kind of diner or small restaurant. It is bustling.
Then I am in the backroom of the diner watching the family argue. The man and his sister-in-law are arguing with… Continue reading
Walking
I was walking a street in suburbia this afternoon. The sun was at my back and the wind was cold. A few doors down and across the way a door opens. A man in a brown jacket steps onto the front porch and then turns back to speak to someone in the house.
Then it hits me. As if the wind did not break upon my body but rather ran through it. Half a moment of fuzzy confusion and then a familiar shift in consciousness. Suddenly the world is full of glare, lens flare, as if the sun had swung around and into my face.
The only thing in focus is the man in the brown jacket. His head still turned to face inside the home. He begins to speak, I can hear him clearly, despite the fact that he is not close and is turned away from me. His voice echos towards me as if amplified somehow. He says “Okay Juni, stay the course. Everything will work out in the end.”
I blinked. And still walking, turned my corner. The man closed the door and started down the drive.
Another shift. A deep breath. The wind ceases to flow… Continue reading
This Old Dream
This is the oldest and longest recurring dream of mine. It began very early in my childhood, possibly as young as 5 or 6 and continued on until my early twenties. Some times it was as frequent as once a week and sometimes I would go a year before it came back again. I have not had this dream for six-ish years now (my gods, has it been that long?). I still often have dreams of a similar nature, but this one has not returned for some time. I thought I might share it with you.
It begins in an unlikely place, a park with a lawn bowling area. I have never in my life lawn bowled. The park resembles Bear Creek Park in Surrey BC, though I do not recall a lawn bowling area there. The lawn bowling area resembles the one found at City Park in Kelowna BC; both parks are ones I am very familiar with since I was a small child. The dream starts with myself watching (mostly elderly dressed in white) people bowl on the lawn.
I find myself drawn to an area to the side of bowling area that is wilder. Scrubby… Continue reading
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