Last night I dreamt about a County Fair, where everyone I encountered - stopped to ask me to participate in various activities: poker, pick a pickle, take my business card, etc.
Hum, am I transitioning to another realm...?
Tuesday, December 13, 2005
Saturday, August 28, 2004
A Pleasant Dream Last Night
I had a very pleasant dream last night.
The details are vague, but the impression is lingering strong.
I was out in the wilderness, planning to camp with a few close friends; having come across an enclave of campers preparing to settle in for a long night. But, as we approached it was evident that many of the spots had been taken - each group having already set-up their campsites in various parts of this hillside, and were presently preparing for the night.
Upon close inspection, we found that the whole of the area was quite steep, leaving us with few choices as to where we might place our modest tent. In fact, the area offered only gullies and wash-out areas on which to set our sleeping bags.
Add to this, that without notice, I found myself slipping over the edge of a great precipitous, down an unfathomable crevice in the hillside. Narrowly averting danger, I collected myself in the nick of time - and strongly noted the peril that lay closer at hand than previously thought.
This led us all to re-think our plans for resting, so near danger.
As we pondered, we found many of the sites we thought were desirable, were in fact, next to tables of conversing, and resolute campers - not unfriendly, but more wizened, and seemingly more attune to what was to be the night. It was almost as if there was an anticipation in the air of what would transpire - not so much a wild night of parties, but of more a spiritual awakening.
About this time, we could also see many newly arriving campers that might ultimately displace our primo spot. Again, not wanting to miss this event, we sought better placement of our camp. Or, so we sought. ...and, sought.
To this end, I decided to look over the hill for our better fare.
Upon crossing the ridge, I was taken aback by the most glorious of sights - through a thin grove of Aspen Pines and young Oaks, a long flat River of great magnitude with building cliffs of light brown stacked sandstone boulders lay off in the distant valley far below. Stepping up, I carefully traversed the ridge in deliberate fashion to get a better line on this eureka.
As I stared into the glory of nature, and gave unto the sight - I was distracted, and perplexed by the presence of an aluminum ladder set against a tree to the left. Wanting to know why this ladder had found it's way to such a peculiar spot of tranquility, I approached.
It was then that my eyes were filled with the wonderment of the ages - in the shimmering waters, so far off below, was the arraignment of the spectrum, impressionisticly painted on the landscape was a rainbow of interactions, moods, and merriments. For a small tree that reached for the heavens in some far away field on the bank of the river, had found it's reflection magnified many times over in a glorious nature and set upon the backdrop that is life.
Wanting to capture this scene on film, I raised my camera - but thought better of the shot from somewhere else. Moving towards the ladder, I wished to frame the moment from a perfect perspective that all could share. This drove me to climb the rickety ladder, which had been nailed to the tree for comfort on that perilous ridge so far above the serene waters.
However, as I climbed the ladder the waters changed, the light began to fade , and the comfort of the nails began to give way. And, yet I still climbed.
When at the moment I had reached the limits of my courage - I found that the perfect moment was neither past nor shall be, I was taken by the fact that this moment was my own - to share just as I had found it.
Giving unto the experience, I released all supposition, desire, and outcome from the moment...
It was at this instance that the somewhat familiar image of a living tree far off in the distance, shimmering on a placid mighty river, in a majestic high plain, came into perfect view.
And, our expression was perfect once again.
-Louis Trafalgar
The details are vague, but the impression is lingering strong.
I was out in the wilderness, planning to camp with a few close friends; having come across an enclave of campers preparing to settle in for a long night. But, as we approached it was evident that many of the spots had been taken - each group having already set-up their campsites in various parts of this hillside, and were presently preparing for the night.
Upon close inspection, we found that the whole of the area was quite steep, leaving us with few choices as to where we might place our modest tent. In fact, the area offered only gullies and wash-out areas on which to set our sleeping bags.
Add to this, that without notice, I found myself slipping over the edge of a great precipitous, down an unfathomable crevice in the hillside. Narrowly averting danger, I collected myself in the nick of time - and strongly noted the peril that lay closer at hand than previously thought.
This led us all to re-think our plans for resting, so near danger.
As we pondered, we found many of the sites we thought were desirable, were in fact, next to tables of conversing, and resolute campers - not unfriendly, but more wizened, and seemingly more attune to what was to be the night. It was almost as if there was an anticipation in the air of what would transpire - not so much a wild night of parties, but of more a spiritual awakening.
About this time, we could also see many newly arriving campers that might ultimately displace our primo spot. Again, not wanting to miss this event, we sought better placement of our camp. Or, so we sought. ...and, sought.
To this end, I decided to look over the hill for our better fare.
Upon crossing the ridge, I was taken aback by the most glorious of sights - through a thin grove of Aspen Pines and young Oaks, a long flat River of great magnitude with building cliffs of light brown stacked sandstone boulders lay off in the distant valley far below. Stepping up, I carefully traversed the ridge in deliberate fashion to get a better line on this eureka.
As I stared into the glory of nature, and gave unto the sight - I was distracted, and perplexed by the presence of an aluminum ladder set against a tree to the left. Wanting to know why this ladder had found it's way to such a peculiar spot of tranquility, I approached.
It was then that my eyes were filled with the wonderment of the ages - in the shimmering waters, so far off below, was the arraignment of the spectrum, impressionisticly painted on the landscape was a rainbow of interactions, moods, and merriments. For a small tree that reached for the heavens in some far away field on the bank of the river, had found it's reflection magnified many times over in a glorious nature and set upon the backdrop that is life.
Wanting to capture this scene on film, I raised my camera - but thought better of the shot from somewhere else. Moving towards the ladder, I wished to frame the moment from a perfect perspective that all could share. This drove me to climb the rickety ladder, which had been nailed to the tree for comfort on that perilous ridge so far above the serene waters.
However, as I climbed the ladder the waters changed, the light began to fade , and the comfort of the nails began to give way. And, yet I still climbed.
When at the moment I had reached the limits of my courage - I found that the perfect moment was neither past nor shall be, I was taken by the fact that this moment was my own - to share just as I had found it.
Giving unto the experience, I released all supposition, desire, and outcome from the moment...
It was at this instance that the somewhat familiar image of a living tree far off in the distance, shimmering on a placid mighty river, in a majestic high plain, came into perfect view.
And, our expression was perfect once again.
-Louis Trafalgar
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