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inspired to say the least

15 Aug

I love watching people speak about their passion. It’s uplifting, inspiring and I get caught up in their energy to live my passion too. 

Last night I watched a webinar of Caroline Myss. She is one of my favourite authors so I sat smiling and nodding my head throughout the entire 90 minutes. 

The information she shared has caused me to rethink, reevaluate and change my thought pattern. She recommends that we live a detached life. Not detached from feeling or caring, but detached from labeling something good or bad. All is well because we are constantly learning the life lessons we need. 

Tonight I walked my Boxer who is normally very reactive to other dogs, and I tried very hard to detach from my feelings of how she would freak out when we walked a past a particular dog, who always charges at the fence. You know what?  As silly as the exercise seemed when I headed out the door, it worked! We walked past said dog’s backyard and other than a sniff, Ruby kept walking by without lunging at the fence.  

Okay so this was a fairly simple exersice, but a good one to start with.

Baby steps…that’s all. 

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My sweet Ruby who sometimes acts like a freak show to play with another dog.

 

nightmare or full of meaning

23 Jan

Last night I had a dream some might label a nightmare. In the dream I was the observer, but also the young woman killed. I only remember the last part of the dream in which I saw a dress, my dress, laying on the ground and covered in blood. The dress was neatly laid out, sleeveless, creamy white background with large red flowers, would have come to just above my knees, fitted but not tight, loose but not flowing. Beside the dress was a typed note. As I started to type this description, the text now escaped my memory, but it was something referring to a part of me being killed.

I dream often but not always dreams such as this one. When I do have vivid dreams of someone dying, I wake feeling scared and sometimes so fearful I don’t want to get up to use the washroom. The strange this about last night, I did not wake full of fear but full of questions about the dream. What did it mean? Was it related to the story I am currently reading? What message does the mystery hold for me now?

My thoughts tell me the dream was a message of letting go. There is a need to let go of a part of my younger female self before I can move forward. I also wonder who it was in the dream I felt was trying to kill or get rid of that part of me. Am I killing or stifling a part of my younger self that I need to keep alive?

At the end of the dream, I was looking at a 4″x4″ photograph of the dress and note which lay beside the dress. The photo was the size and bordering you might find on an old black and white picture, however this was a coloured photograph. I still have a clear image in my mind of the dress but cannot see any blood stains on it. I owned a dress like it in style, but never wore the colour red in a floral pattern.

I find my dreams and the dreams of those in my life quite fascinating. I will probably think about the image on and off  during the day until a feeling of knowing settles in. I will know when the meaning of the dream feels right.

Do you have any dreams to share?

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