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“All human beings are also dream beings. Dreaming ties all mankind together.” ― Jack Kerouac
We have night dreams, daydreams, and...life dreams.
Charise’s Turn:
Something about shedding the last year -- 2013, a year of challenges -- and spending the last ten days of it swimming in the ocean at my father’s home in Panama has given rise to a big dream. I told friends that I would go to the bottom of the ocean and resurface healed (!) of my sudden hearing loss condition. That was wishful thinking. Even the sound of the waves did not mask the whooshing and high pitched whistling in my left ear. This didn't deter from the beauty and the delight of sparkling black and white sand and soft rolling waves in a warm ocean. There’s a lesson here – and I know that my best writing has been borne from the worst circumstances, belying a satisfaction and a pleasure of expression that outlasts or supersedes the current discomfort. So the big dream for me is sort of like going to the depth of the ocean and resurfacing healed. I do this through writing poetry.
Charise’s Turn:
Something about shedding the last year -- 2013, a year of challenges -- and spending the last ten days of it swimming in the ocean at my father’s home in Panama has given rise to a big dream. I told friends that I would go to the bottom of the ocean and resurface healed (!) of my sudden hearing loss condition. That was wishful thinking. Even the sound of the waves did not mask the whooshing and high pitched whistling in my left ear. This didn't deter from the beauty and the delight of sparkling black and white sand and soft rolling waves in a warm ocean. There’s a lesson here – and I know that my best writing has been borne from the worst circumstances, belying a satisfaction and a pleasure of expression that outlasts or supersedes the current discomfort. So the big dream for me is sort of like going to the depth of the ocean and resurfacing healed. I do this through writing poetry.
2014 is the year I’m dreaming of publishing
poems. I have a big head start – they’re already written. Why I’ve kept so many
poems tucked away year after year is probably the subject of another possible
poem. After all, what gets in the way of our dreams? Doubt? Naysaying? I’d
rather let someone else deliberate over my poems and decide if there’s an
audience for them. That’s no longer my job. My job is to heed the beckoning...to craft the best work I can deliver.
Get Fired Up:
Listen … how is your creative spirit quietly beckoning you? Listen…notice…dream.
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Listen … how is your creative spirit quietly beckoning you? Listen…notice…dream.
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