Shapes of things to come?
"Even introverts will speak to their mind; they can question their soul, they can silently rethink what they needed to say, and what not." These words are from Suntonu Bhadra at Blue Insights on Medium.
He is talking about diaries, but as I have said before, for me there is not a lot of distance between a diary and a journal. And I am beginning to think that there might not be a great deal of distance between lucid dreaming and simply keeping a dream journal.
I am, day by day, trying to teach myself not to get out of bed until I have recalled as much as possible of the dream. For now, I keep brief, probably unintelligible notes but, in the fullness of time, I hope to improve on this lazy style.
Also in my No Thought Meditation, I have to be honest enough on those days, like today, when the thoughts flood around: Should I take photographs in the snow, where should I site the new wood-burner in the old stables, could I add a dropbox or a parchment style presentation to my website?
I did take the photographs. And I think I know where I want the wood-burner to go, just to the right of where the old one is, a little nearer to the window, but it does mean a bit more work. I haven't found a parchment style presentation, so I may have to cobble something up myself, that is unless you can offer some guidance.
I am memorialising my past poetry into yearbooks, here is the first poem updated from 2007:
The Postman
GoWalk by the seashore
All that you see
All that you hear
Write me a letter
Tell me to be
Oh
I will
Walk by the seashore
All that I hear I will
Tell you as I see
All that I see
I'll send you a postcard
Of me being me
Oh, say that again
Pray, tell me to be
