Dreamless Nights

It’s been a couple of months since the last time I remembered a dream. Before that, it was even longer. I wish it had been a profound and revealing dream that I could have woken from to say “aha!” or “that’s the answer!”.

Instead it was an off dream about reuniting with the last person I was in a relationship with. There was a recollection of days gone by and, I think, a mutual understanding that it was the best thing for us both at the time. 

Generally, the dream had that fuzzy feeling to it, like when you’ve slept just the tiniest but longer than you should have but you don’t exactly mind.

I’m hoping this will become a regular thing again (remembering dreams in general, not particularly about exes). I feel as though a piece is missing or that I’m not rested when I wake and haven’t gotten enough sleep.

It draws my mind back to Persephone and her dealings with the Lotus Eaters. And to Poseidon who has always helped sway me to sleep during times of continued sleeplessness.

Spring is around the corner and the great awakening of life will take place. As Persephone makes her return to light I hope she’ll bring with her a flower for me. One drenched mostly in red to bring me back my dreams.

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Every Bit Counts

One of the major aspects of my Work over the years has been self improvement. A lot of the struggles I’ve faced in life have stemmed from a long time of self loathing. Part of repairing that is giving myself the opportunity to build confidence.

Once I got into journaling in travelers notebooks, a great opportunity presented itself by way of art journaling and I’m so pleased and proud to have kept it up for the last couple of months.

I constantly find myself thinking “well, I can’t journal today. I don’t have this or that item that would be perfect”.

Each time I impress myself by responding to those thoughts with “otherness would be perfect if you got your thoughts and feelings on paper. It would be divine if you attempted to be artistic in spite of what you fear you lack”.

I completed my first insert recently and I was so moved when I flipped through and saw 2 and half months of progress. My first attempts at adding watercolors to a page. The first collage I did (and the first one I actually thought looked good).

I treated myself to a leather travelers notebook at Christmas time and will be starting a brand new insert. I’m anxious and excited to dive into a new blank canvas and see what other new things I can try. In the meantime, here’s a flip of my first completed book.