LAUNCHING PAD

Wandering and wondering, I mutter to myself about the glory and gore of life that fill my vision and haunt the dreams at night, that carry me on the crest of waves...surging and cresting to crash in the trough that lies between...only to rise again and reveal sky that promises life and beauty beyond dreams and visions...sky that curtains the mystery of universe and its creator.

The mind and soul adrift, quest for meaning in the unknown, and from faint whispers that echo in chambers of the heart...until divine intervention gives a gentle nudge, or perhaps a kick in the butt to send one free-falling from flights of fantasy. Over-powering fright paralyzes extremities, then all is tranquilized as one sees the view below from which escape had been sought. Who would have thought such beauty lay beneath the skies?

“I’m coming!” My heart pounds with the thrill of viewing the contour of land and sea from high above, until knowledge of sudden meeting jabs desperation into action. Limbs flail and search for a rip cord until fingers find the ring and pull with hope that finds its meaning in sudden, gentle descent. Again there is time to view and choose one’s landing...a place where earth is cushioned with carpet of green, and dotted with flowers whose variegated colors reflect emotions rarely expressed.

Morning has arrived and consciousness awakened to the discovery of another day...a day shaped by dreams and visions of the night...a discovery that not all that is worth pursuing lies beyond the clouds. Beauty and love live within my house and beyond its walls. Discovery is yet to be found and shared. Visions are yet to be told of hope that soars above the skies and bounces earthward to those in darkness of despair. Joy is yet to be born and celebrated. And so in these wanderings I find myself a puppy of wondermutt.

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Sunday, February 28, 2010

The Next Day - Sunday Morning Wonderings

Dreams will always be a mystery to me.  Sometimes I am able to fly, and in the dream I'm conscious of that ability and make that choice...sometimes to escape danger, sometimes for the pure joy. Then there are dreams that are more reflective of who I am.....completely nuts!  For instance, last night I dreamed I was both a patient and a doctor (an OB/GYN doctor)!  As a patient I was about ready to go home when a 98 year-old woman came into the Emergency Room, ready to deliver a baby.  We were short-staffed and so I was asked to do the delivery.  Panic time!  I couldn't remember anything I had learned in medical school, or in practice.  So, the rest of the dream involved finding a way to save face and leave hospital.

Come to think of it, a number of dreams have involved my threatened self-esteem.  More than once (in dreamland) I have stood at the pulpit dressed in less than adequate attire, or completely unprepared to deliver a sermon.  Thankfully, not all dreams involve fear or some other unpleasant emotion.  There are those that are just wild and like parts of 15 jigsaw puzzles thrown together.

Perhaps dreams are just reflections of how we do life.  Often there is an underlying fear that sits on our shoulder most of the day, but we have learned to ignore it on the conscious level.  However, the fear is always there looking for an opening to express itself.  As for the mix-up of different puzzle pieces...perhaps that is sitting on the other shoulder, waiting for us to express our creativity.  We can take pieces of our life experiences and observations, learning and questioning to make something unique and beautiful.

I play the piano for my own amusement, and to Faye's bemusement. Often, as I play without music, I will start on one song and end up having played parts of three or four melodies.  It drives her nuts.  She will be humming along, or singing the words of a hymn with me, when suddenly she discovers she is not singing to the melody I am playing.

The piano playing I can correct by just being more conscious of what or how I want the music to flow.  And being creative is a wonderful gift we all have from our Creator.  We might not always be aware of what it is, however.  As for the fear that sits on our shoulder...the only way that I have found for that to disappear beyond the unconscious level is to hand it over to our Creator and trust in God's capable and unfailing love.  It really does work.  When I have asked for His presence in my night time rest, I have never had a bad or stressful dream.  Works during the day as well...though I do need to be more intentionally conscious of God's presence while awake.

Sweet dreams to you all from a nutty Wondermutt

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