Creative Dreams

Her days begin to shift as she looks at life differently, mask isn’t always needed, and it gets left at the door, only to be put on when she walks through the door. She found making different kinds of masks very kind of liberating

Her day starts early, earlier then the rest; only time the whole house is quiet, thank god. She gets up slowly wanders into the bathroom sitting thinking quietly over what needs to be done for the day. Mentally figuring out what the household needs, what bills need to be paid, has the landlord been by to pick up check, has the water been paid, what homework has to be done; the list goes on and on. She quietly goes about gathering her clothes, mentally thinking of what is going on in class that day. She makes a mental note to go visit her tree, yeah there was a special tree, it seemed friendly and all together calming for her to visit the large tree, she often would bring her lunch there with her thoughts and eat and share her thoughts with the tree. It was a sunny afternoon as she sat under her tree during her lunch break from class, how good it felt just to let her emotions ground back deep into the dirt, letting Mother Earth help with the stress of dealing with such powerful feelings. Breathing deep she let the emotional energies sink down deep, then she could feel her body sink into the ground almost as if her roots were sinking into the earth. Slowly relaxing and gently falling asleep under her tree, dreaming.

~The girl silently stands staring at the tree gently blowing in the winds, its as if she could hear the tree speaking to her....”I love you, I want to feel you within my strong arms, I want to protect and shield you from Mother's wrath when she makes a storm blow above us”.... Every day for a year the girl would sit beneath the tree, leaning up against the bark rough at times but then so soft, almost like silk, she would talk of all kinds of things often just reading books to the tree. One evening she fell asleep under the tree, deeply she slept dreaming a wonderful dream...

A young man emerges from the tree, tall and strong with soft caring eyes, he stands watching the young girl sleeping beneath his limbs. He looks up to sky seeing Sister Moon, he bows gently and asks, “Will you watch over her, I want her to be my bride, but I must ask Father Time and Mother Nature if this can be done. Sister Moon bows back and says, “ Of course my brother I have seen the way you protect and care for her and I have heard her words of love and wisdom and truth for you, I can see no wrong in the love that you share.

So the young man travels along the moonbeams to reach Father Time and Mother Nature, he finds them sitting side-by-side, heads together, just like old lovers do after eons of time. He bows before them, upon rising he see them looking at him with a soft smile and a question in their eyes. “What can we do for you our son, you are far from your tree, who stands watching over it?” “ Sister Moon has agreed to watch while I am gone,” replies the young man, “I am here with a very special request my parents. There is a beautiful woman that comes and sits at the base of my tree, she tells me everything, she cry beneath my limbs almost everyday for there is no one that loves her, but I do, I love her with all of my heart and soul and with to be with her every day of my life,” Father Time and Mother smile gently as they look at each other then at the young man, “Alright my son we shall do as you request, you shall be forever be entwined with this woman, through the passing of the seasons and through the ages of time, are you prepared for this?” The young man smile big and says, “ Yes my parents I shall forever be entwined with the woman I love through the passing of the seasons and the ages of time and I shall love her forever until you come as say our time is up.”

With that he found himself back in his tree but this time his ladylove was there entwined in his limbs, to pass the season with to love through the passing of ages.”~

She wakes up from a start, “Oh my goodness,” she thought, “am I late for class,” looking at her watch, gathering her stuff up she runs off to class.

Her school day is over as she wanders off with a classmate for a ride home, they softly discuss what the class means for them and all they are going through. They drive home talking the whole way; she gets dropped off in front of her house. Slowly she walks up to unlock the front door. She liked this time of day for no one is here, can actually get some homework done without interruptions. She enjoyed the power of creating powerful images and words together, it brought everything she had learned the whole time at school was now coming together in a single path. She hears a door slam and voices coming down the hall, “Oh crap,” she thinks to herself, “there goes my quiet time, my time to study, my space; Dam!! Dam!! Dam!! I want my time to myself, when does it become my time?!?! She puts the mask back on and smiles to everyone as they come in.

She gets everyone settled with dinner they sit and eat and do the sociable thing with checking in with everyone, ok dinner done. “Great I am off to do homework, yes I have a lot, no please stay out here, no I don’t need you back here, what don’t you understand I need it quiet so I can think about what I want to write. Yes, so the music is on it helps me think, no you don’t help me, I think you put roads blocks up in my way and interrupt in all kinds of ways. No, you can’t read what I am writing there is such a thing as boundaries here. You know what I don’t care if you were the queen of England, these are my private thoughts get lost.” He finally wanders off pouting like a baby cause he didn’t get his way, she shakes her head, “Well I will pay for that later” and goes back to working on her homework. Having a hard time getting started she thinks lets re-ground the energies, putting to good use the teachings learned in class. She indulges for a few moments and turns on the heat massage chair pad and closes her eyes. Her body relaxing as she drifts into a light meditative state of mind and a vision comes to her.

~“The Wind God, so big, strong and golden in colors, was gently blowing over the ground, sweeping the debris out of his way, the endless search for knowledge.

The clouds part as he looks down upon the land just beginning the harvest season, the leaves littering the ground in speckled colors of reds, oranges, gold, and browns…there are many people bustling to and froe…There was a quiet auburn haired beauty that caught his eye while he was blowing the winds of change through the valley blow, he was so surprised he blew so hard it knocked her off her feet…All he saw were her legs and arms as she tumbled over and over again into a huge pile of leaves…she stands up stomping her feet she looks up into the sky shaking her fist, “Why don’t you pick on someone your own size for a change???” As she begins to brush all the leaves from her clothes, he decides he wants to meet this fiery tempered young woman. He descends for the heaven in a whirlwind of clouds and air, and say, “I am here what were you saying about me picking on someone my own size?” The young woman stands there with her hair flying in the wind, wild tendrils of gold red and burgundy colors, her clothes were being ripped around her body as she stood there looking at him in all his glory. Putting her hands on her hips, not backing down (you could almost see the sword and shield she held from ages past) from the Wind God, She says in an angry voice, “Why are you bothering me? I have done nothing wrong to you, out of my way I am late to class!!!!” She was all blustery and stamping her feet angrily, brushing off leaves and twigs and smoothing down her clothes, she turns without even looking and walks off from the Wind God, leaving him blowing in his own wind…

She stomps off to class just shaking and all flustered for she had never seen someone so big and ornery so sure of himself so big oh my goodness, she just keeps shaking her head wondering as to why he would bother her…

The Wind God stood there watching the young woman marching off in a fit of temper, “Man!!! What a woman!!!” he thought to himself, “She is who I want to help me searching for knowledge and cleaning the planet of the debris…with that he blows back up into the sky to finish his work for the day…

The young woman finished her day and slowly made her way home tired but happy for her quest for knowledge had been fulfilled for that day…. She pandered the giant of man that had literally swept her off her feet, who the heck did he think he was, making a mess of her hair, her clothes; heck she was still picking leaves out of her hair and she would have to mend her skirts and shirt after that tumble across the ground…. She puts on some soft music Celtic in beat and slowly began to dance…the window is open just a wee bit and the tune gently ascends to the sky where the Wind God is resting from his day of work he leans over and blows the clouds out of his way, and sits and watches the woman dance…

Her hair cascading down her back in wild curls with glints of sparkling gold and reds…her skin pale in Sister Moon gentle gleams it seemed that they were dancing together in shadow and in light…. He gently blew the winds to cool her skin as she danced to the drums faster and faster her hair spinning around and her arms up in the air…Causing the dust to raise and blow up into the sky…. as it neared the Wind God could smell the alluring jasmine scent of the beautiful woman and could stand it no longer as he slipped silently in the air approaching her as she danced with her eyes closed, he joined her in her dancing spinning around and around such ferocity and passion came her when she realized she was not alone anymore, that he snuck in and joined her, in her private dance. This is how the Air Lovers became the tornados of today, for that feisty red head is still kicking his a**~

She moves with a start what the heck was that as she turns around, nothing in the room, she is still by herself, and she decides to write this vision down, before it got lost in the shuffle of the homework. She hurriedly writes down the vision as it slowly slips out of her mind and thoughts, she is thinking wow it feels familiar some how. The passion the flows through her fingers as she types out the words, creative passion true and hot and again her mind slips into a flurry of words that swirls around wanting to come out.

“Fire!!! FIRE!!! Oh you burn so bright; there are times your passion can be contained

A gentle heat you give is warming to the core, you help give birth to many a vision, help many a dream become reality…

FIRE!!! FIRE!!! OH!! You burn so hot: greedy for everything around you, taking all in sight…you make no such judgments as to who lives or dies…You demand that all pay you homage, if they do not to ash they become….

Fire…. fire, you are just an amber, barely a babe yourself, so vulnerable and helpless if there is no air, you are no more…

Yet from the ash rises life again, as two lovers in the burning flames of passion

Embracing, becoming all consuming, a touch a look across the room, electrifies the air

Causing that inner spark to fan into an amber to bursts in a tiny flame…passion then become an open that burns from the inner core to burst upon the outside scene in such lovely colors of reds, oranges, and gold melding together two becoming one then turning into more.

Fire lovers jumping to and fro blending merging pulsing all consuming hot white passion so hot burns to a pleasant ember waiting to be fanned, by the gentle heat of the loving hand”~

She writes and writes until the passion for the words cooled to little light burning deep inside, she suddenly finds herself so exhausted physically, emotionally, mentally and all she wants to do is sleep. She shuts down all of her programs and turns off the computer to get ready for bed. She remembers at the last minute to turn on the alarm, crawling under the covers her poor old body creaks and moans, as it gets comfortable in the bed. Then he comes in, slamming the door against the wall making all kinds of noise, not being polite of others at all. She just rolls over and put the blanket up over her head trying to sleep, and is almost there when he crawls into bed next to her. Please let him just got to sleep, please, please, she keeps whispering to herself, as the hand slides over her waist. It slowly rubs down her legs and hips where it huts the worst, she has arthritis, very painful, it feels good and she begins to relax. Ok maybe he won’t demand his bodily pleasures this time in payment. But no such luck as the rubbing gets more intense and no matter what is done he does not take no for an answer and has his way. She lays there knowing its useless to try and stop him, he is so much bigger and over powers her any way. She lies there quietly crying, knowing at the moment there is nothing that can be done, if she were to leave she would be without the somewhat stable support and without a penny to her name. But she knows that soon that all will change for she will have her BA under her belt and have the ability to support her self and her children, without worrying. She has worked very hard in trying to learn everything the professors offered to teach. She has the confidence to continue on with her journey no matter where it may lead her. One thing she knows for herself, that when she does break free she will no longer have to wear the mask of the victim but can show her real face for all to see. With that positive affirmation for herself she curls up in a ball hugging herself tightly and goes to sleep, a deep slumber. At first it didn’t feel as if the dreams where coming then this one filtered in slowly like a gentle stream, a gentle cleansing of the soul.

!“Water gentle moving down the smallest stream

Bubbling and rolling over the stones cracks and crevices

Along the shores a small possum quietly drinks from sands edge

Moonbeams playing with the whiskers of his nose

Dancing up and down as playing a furry flute

Silvery beams sparkling lead a watery path

In the thickening mysts they create starry pathway to all the way to the sky

Where Sister Moon gently lights the way for a woman, floating to the sea

Water cool velvet soft against skin, fingers softly touches curvaceous body

Allowing it to float on top of waters ebbs in colors

Emerald greens, dark watery blues mixed with black shadows

Give way the light white bubbles that play along gentle lines

Curving of the woman so fair, the man floating along the waves

Moving together in a watery womb an endless renewing force of life

The watery depths are endless, shadowed with different sizes and shapes

Doesn’t matter who we are without water

We would be nothing more than dust

Water is the gentle life giving, birth from water is peaceful

Raging boiling thrashing pulsating

Racing down in a flood washing away the debris

Preparing for the rebirth of what is to come”~

The alarm goes off once more the cycle begins all over again, bringing her one step closer to her new life.