Dream Space

I had one of my favorite dreams again. One where I was navigating new space, making it my own.

When I was a kid I had a dream about this house that had stairs and tunnels. The spaces were clean and pure. I couldn't see the entire house, just the spaces I could get to. I'd crawl from one space into the next and just sit in it and enjoy. I dreamed about that house several times.

Now the space I dreamed was different. Perhaps I was creating the type of space I love for my kids to enjoy.

Stan the Dog

I wrote a character, years ago, that was inspired by the grandmother of a friend because she called her cat a puss. I ended up killing the creation of this cat/puss character with no explanation. Now it haunts me like a walking dead person who I love dearly (lung cancer).

Eyes Thankful

I see posts about TGIF and I realize I haven't celebrated a Friday in a long time. There is no difference anymore what day of the week it is. I realize all of this, these zero breaks from emotions, expressions of human characteristics is just what it is, human. And through it all, we are who we are.

Sometimes I want to hide. Just show my face through the good times, when I have the chance to make sure my teeth are sparkling and my face is beaming with a smile. Now I understand I am more of service to myself and others when I am able to embrace my good qualities along with the flaws. A normal human being.

I want to feel pretty and like I am going to have fun again in my life. As I'm thinking those type of thoughts my son tells me he likes something I like least about myself in all seriousness. And he tells me he loves to stare at me all day long. I feel pretty again, but in such a different way than before. A way that makes me smile in my eyes, my heart and soul.

I love everything about my sons. I love to stare at them. I love their hugs, their snuggles, their laughter and light. I love when they express their crankiness, their gratitude, their thoughts and words. I love when they're a bit naughty and very nice.