I don't like to complain... but let's face it, I'm good at it. I'd write about something else but to be honest, complaints were taking over my life late yesterday evening. I lay in bed last night thinking that I am bored with my social life and it's quite simply because the people that mean the most to me are far away.
The Internet opens doors for me to express myself, to pretend for a moment that I am a journalist, and you care to read about me. I try to chronicle the things that really matter to me and might matter to you. The following entry is neither but is still somewhat amusing, err, disturbing. Apparently, I might be so removed and isolated from meaningful person-to-person relations, that I am becoming more connected to wild things, my surroundings, and tied up with memories.
This morning I dreamt I was on the Precipice in Maine - a 600 foot sheer escarpment towering over the Gulf of Maine and mainland cranberry bogs. I was curled up in a peregrine falcon nest surrounded by fuzzy chicks, who were noshing on the heads of swallows. I was eatting a biscuit (???). Together we watched the sun come up; from this location, we were the first to watch the sunrise in the United States this morning. At some point a large seagull swooped down and lunged at my salmon and avocado biscuit, but the giant gull latched onto my ears and carried me over the Gulf of Maine. Then he let go, I plunged into the frigid gulf waters, and then, WOKE UP. I awoke desperately trying to figure out why my brain put these images in my cortex before I even had a chance to get out of bed.
While I remember parts of this dream and write it down right now, I am simultaneously thinking of some meaning, how I can translate it to empowerment for the day. Ro, create the happiness you seek today - take the puplers to the park and introduce yourself to someone, go to the soda fountain in Dandridge and meet a local, find out something new about a co-worker.