sensations of ambition
cherishing thoughts
ideas of images
around my head
shouldering me forward
with vision unsaid.
indulge in such seas
wade soft in these waters
hope and aspire
fantasy with reality
as sleepy as my eyes become
heavy my limbs persist.
moody paints my story
unconscious in emotion
i dream.
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It is Advent time, one of my favorite times of year. And a time when I meditate along with words from AdventWord. Not always in order. Sometimes my heart feels certain words so I go there. A friend once said that Advent is “waiting in expectant anticipation.” I love that. It is hope. It is the promise of hope, and not in a sunshine-y, unrealistic kind of way.
An honest, true kind of way. A way in which there is a path with each little milestone along the way, and you don’t have to know where you are going; only that you are going.
trust. care. protection. love. these are words I think of when I dream.
For much of my life my dreams were only filled with nightmares. Nightmares acting out past violence-s. I dreaded dreaming of any kind.
Today, I cherish my dreams both sleeping and waking. They are so different, and gives me reason to hope.
What comes to your mind or heart within dreams?
paint much love, always,
Connie Karleta Sales
a.k.a. This Crooked Little Flower