Snippets of dreams from this morning….
Hand-stitching two comforters together, the blueish one I have with me in the car and a pink one with flowers on it that seems to be a recurring theme (at least the flowers are I think it was green last time), then realizing that I wanted the blue one on the top once I had gotten through about 3 inches of stitching with the pink on top. Had to pull it all apart, but didn’t mind, just so it looked how I wanted when I was done….
Having to pack out from a large pagan/renaissance festival festival and being unprepared to do so. (Side note: I’ve been having a lot of dreams about packing up to leave places and being unprepared at the last minute – having lots of packing to do and not starting until it’s actually time to leave and being stressed about getting it done.) Then I got all of my stuff packed and someone else wanted to make pudding or jello or something to use up the stuff she had brought with her. I finally suggested taking the stuff home in box form would be easier. Then I was walking out to my truck (in the dream I had a truck, not my little honda civic), and I noticed that there was a whole wall full of stuff in a room that was mine that I hadn’t packed. I wasn’t nearly done. But someone had offered to help a minute before, so I knew I wouldn’t have to pack it out alone….
I had more snippets in my head, all relating to preparing for something, but I had trouble booting up this morning, so I’ve lost them now….
We went to the concert last night. The person playing was Keller Williams, a solo act who does his show with several guitars, a sampling machine, and very cool sound effects and singing with his voice. He put on a good show, but by the time he took his break, I was done. I don’t like large crowds and, while there weren’t tons of people there, the only seat I could get was by the bar so people were constantly crowding me. We went outside for the break and there was a group of people jamming on drums and rattles across the street in front of a coffee house. I went over and proceeded to join in. First tentatively with my voice, but then I just let the rhythm take me and I danced for most of Keller Williams’ second set. I met some cool people, got invited to a drum circle down in St. Augustine (where I’m staying) on Thursday nights and got the phone number of a Rastafarian guy who runs “warehouse shows” (whatever that means – I know it’s in a warehouse, but I didn’t get what kind of music or anything – I was really tired) in Jacksonville who wants me to come up and dance. It was a good night. Watching all of these people dance and doing it myself, I had to think back to fnoxib’s web page that had a piece of writing that repeated the phrase “I dance more” as an example of how he feels these days. It is so true. I dance more.
I’m realizing that both Melissa’s and Caroline’s houses have very little music in them. I really missed that after spending so much time engaged in music at SPiRaL. It really is an integral part of my being. No problems with that here though. I am firmly entrenched in the middle of a crowd who meets to go to music events and when they can’t do that, they make their own. The house had 4-5 drums sitting out at all times for people to pick up and play (and it’s not considered annoying by anyone – yay!) There’s also a keyboard that’s open for use. Plus, and I can’t wait till someone brings this down and shows me how it works, they have a bass made out of an old wash tub, a broom handle, and some cotton string. Very cool looking. (Update 2013 – This is very interesting. I’ve been noticing that I’ve been singing a lot in the last few days. That hasn’t been the case for a while now. Also, last night I sat down at my piano for the first time in months and played. This caused one of my house mate’s guests to come in and sing along. Then he asked if he could play the piano and he did a much better job than I did with it. I was thrilled. I sang along with him and encouraged him to play more. I had always wanted that room to be a music room – there are drums and harmonicas and a piano – but very few people (including me) have played there. I need music for my happiness. I know this. Now I need to step in and do it some more.)
After the show ended, we went over to Spencer’s house and hung out for an hour or two. I really thought we’d be getting the cops called for disturbing the peace early on because many of the people showing up were drunk or high and had no concept of the fact that it was after 1am on a weeknight. There were horns tooting, people yelling, music blaring, etc. Spencer must have some deaf, heavy-sleeping neighbors because we didn’t hear a peep from them. I haven’t been to a party like that since I was in college. But then most of these people are friends from college and they’re not too far out of it yet (25 or so). Close to 3am we got home and crashed. Chris has to be hurting today after two nights of minimal sleep. He had to go to work this morning at 8am. Ouch.
We’ve set up the plans for the workshop – it will be on Saturday sometime. And I’ve got an appointment with Lisa for Friday during the day. It’s after noon and I’ve just gotten up, so I don’t think there will be much sight-seeing around here today, but I’d like to get out and visit the ocean sometime soon. I’ve been told that I’m within a few miles here and I must visit her.
I’ve been reading up on the Appalachian Trail and what I’ve determined is that one is not supposed to hike the trail alone. Plus, I am woefully inexperienced at this stuff to think about doing it alone. Chris and I have started making a list of all the things that he wants to talk to me about, and it is long – very long. Therefore, I have asked if this veteran hiker of the trail would like to come with me. He’s considering it. If that turns out to be the case, then I’ll be staying another week because Chris wants to go to a music festival that is the central meeting point for all of his friends twice each year and that happens next weekend. I don’t think I’ll have a problem with being bored in the meantime though. I’ve got requests for shamanic journeys and coaching sessions coming out my ears. It may take me that long to get through them all.
Whew – another long entry. It may be a trend down here. Lots of stuff to talk about. I’ll let you know tomorrow.
* This is part of an ongoing series of posts detailing what happened on a spiritual pilgrimage that I took in 2002. To start from the beginning, go to July 2, 2013. To see the entire spiritual journey as it gets published, click on the category “You Want Me To Do WHAT?!!?” to see all of the posts.