The Cry of the Wolves

I dreamt last night of a pack of wolves attacking their young.  I was standing on a hillside looking down a gully at this horrific scene of wolves ripping their young from limb to limb.  I seemed to be paralyzed, I couldn’t move as I stared down the gully at the gruesome sight that was unfolding before me, as if I was watching a show on tv.  I kept thinking, wolves don’t devour their babies, has the world gone mad?  On the other side of the gully, some people arrived with their domesticated dogs and were throwing these completely defenseless animals down the gully to be devoured by the wolves.  At this point I came out of my trance and started running down the hillside toward the gully where this barbaric scene laid before me.  I never made it to the bottom because next I knew I was sitting straight up in bed with sweat running down my back as if I had just completed a marathon.

The dream was very real, so real I could smell the earth below my feet and the putrid smell of fear as the babies were being devoured by the beasts.  Dreams talk to me and as I sat up in bed trying to figure out what this dream meant, I couldn’t shake the dreadful feeling of the state the world is in right now and how the world just seems to be accepting horrific images as if we are watching the scene on tv.  The image of people throwing their beloved pets down the gully to be devoured by the beasts was the event that moved me to run down the gully and essentially sacrifice myself to the chaotic and violent script before me.  I never made it to the outcome, but the outcome found me as I continued to slip into the negativity of the meaning.

Living in a positive light is important to me and I’ve always tried to be positive with my boys, teach them to be genuine and to always look on the bright side.  However, I can’t deny the effects negativity has had on me and how the sinister, cynical energy can force itself into my world like a stalker who creeps through the night looking for an easy intrusion, inflicting fear and anguish to all those encountered.    I choose to live in a genuine, conclusive world convincing myself that by my actions alone I can create a world where I can leave negativity on the shores as I sail to a distant destination, a destination where I can be free of the threat and harm that comes my way.  However, can we?  As the world around us unfolds to reveal the reality of the gloom others must live with, can we continue to leave their shores and sail to a distant destination, to a paradise that is only for a select few.

There are many who think we can and as my horrific dream called out to me last night, I stood immobilized by the horrific scene and I was unable to move until I saw my people throwing their beloved pets to calm the beast.  It was only then that I felt my feet moving toward the chaos, away from the light, down to the deep hell that was below me.  As I tried to go back to sleep, I kept thinking, “when our own small world is threatened and we are moved to rescue our families from devastation, will it be too late?”

 

 

 

 

DOOR OF DREAMS -FRIDAY’S PHLOG AUGUST 14, 2015

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through the door

lies the life of dreams

life without worries

where money is not a barrier

life of acceptance for who I am

as I open the door

and cross the threshold

it’s clear to me

that the door standing

before

my life of dreams

has always been

an obstacle

imagined in my

head

JOURNEY INTO THE UNKNOWN – FRIDAY’S PHLOG FOR JANUARY 16, 2015

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Walking through this old graveyard gave me a sense of humbleness.  Dreams, hopes and passions of souls lie in the unmarked graves.  Every step was a step into the unknown, a reflection of my life  as I continue the journey.

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DREAMS

I had last Friday off  and we all headed to our family cabin in the mountains for a weekend filled with work.  They call these properties leisure but I beg to differ.  Let’s just say there’s a little bit of leisure mixed in with a lot of work.  The list was long this weekend, lay down laminate flooring on the bottom half of the cabin, split between 120 to 150 –  30 – 50 pound rounds into firewood and mow the lawn; big lawn.    We got all the work done and in between I managed to take an hour or so walk and catch some great pictures.  For the first time, I took pictures of other people’s cabin and the whole time I was thinking about dreams.  Each cabin to me represents a dream, a dream to raise wild bees, a bed and breakfast dream, a ski dream, a river dream, an extra rental income dream or a retirement dream.  Some of the cabins are big, some small and some even smaller; enough room to lay your head down and grab some grub before you head back to the hills.  Sweet dreams are made of these, mountain dreams, cabin dreams or just a place to get away from it all and spend your days chasing frogs in the river dream.  Everyone needs a place where they can dream, me I’m dreaming of a weekend with no work.

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