treasure beneath the waters

Have been dreaming lately of warm beaches with clear waters. diving beneath the waters I find unlimited beautiful sparkling gems, crystals, charms and coins. I am gathering this abundance and showing others how to collect it. the subconscious mind, beneath the surface is an endless treasure trove for us to explore and mine. we must only dive in, recognize, and share the riches we find there.

polishing antiquities

OK, I haven't posted for awhile, regrettably. I don't know if anyone ever reads this blog, but since it is for my own reference, it is myself I am cheating by not keeping up with the work.  On that note, the dream I had just now is so relevant to my life situation on so many levels, that I awoke inspired, defeated, lost in thought, and reassessing all that I own, my life's work, and most especially my values.  It is necessary to assess these things often to see if we are on track in life.  I will try to tell of the dream and it's relevance by weaving in and out of it in story, and I think it will also become a poem if I tell the story in the way it touched my heart.  The poem will be called polishing antiquities, the main theme of the dream.  It is 5 AM.  I have a long day of work ahead of me, and 2 long ones behind me, because as usual, I have signed up for more work than I can even fit into one week.  That is my so called "real" life.  Primarily, I consider myself a yoga teacher, but because that is not very lucrative, I am also a caregiver, a housecleaner, a hairdresser, and I do odd jobs, babysitting, and anything else that becomes available, just to make ends meet.  Though I burn the candle at both ends, at times, I am not really "about money", I like simple things and I live on a very careful budget. I also love travel, learning, nature, the arts, animals, and especially the wonderful people in my life.  All the work I do is to pay for bills and debt, related to my travel and education, but it is also because I truly do like to help people.  Yesterday, while helping a disabled client run errands, I ran into a co-worker at the store. I had not seen her in say 5-8 years. she said oh- we used to work for.... "Pat Swenson!" yes, indeed we did. "do you still work for home instead?", "No, I work for aging and disability services", "Me too!" Pat Swenson was well off, smart, very sweet, lived alone in her large beautiful home which she kept immaculate and well maintained, (with help from us) until the day she died.  I was there when she took her last breath in her beautiful home, and said, "God bless you on your journey." none of this is from the dream, but it sets the stage.  Also yesterday, I was practicing Thai massage with a very dear friend of mine. He, like myself, is what I all a "collector".  Not well to do, but rich in other ways, we collect stuff, clutter, the detritus that many others might throw away. In fact much of our treasures are salvaged from yard sales, free boxes, and even "the trash." In the dream, I am cleaning his house, which, like mine, is large, old, beautiful, yet filled with junk that gathers dust in great piles in nearly every available space. In the dream I am cleaning his house and discovering, beneath the dust, many treasures and antiquities. In specific, he shows me an old clock that has intricate workings, connected to a globe, with a screen that seems to reveal mysterious workings of the planet and universe. it is very old and unique.  The more I clean and dust the more beautiful, lavish, hand carved antiques I uncover, mostly beautiful old hardwoods and glass. Another yoga student, Charmaine is there too, helping, and the woman from the store (Terry). We tell him he should really get this stuff appraised, and that he could sell it for so much money! Why, he could clean up the old barn and start an antiques store, he could fix this place up and create a bed and breakfast!  It is also mentioned that many of the old furnishings have built in painted glass lamps that are meant to be turned on an off each day. Turning them on and off keeps the mechanisms working, but also over time increases the odds that the bulbs will fail. I bring up that all these antiques remind me of my grandmother, who collected beautiful antiques, but in the end much of it was given to goodwill and she was sent to a terrible nursing home, because no one had the time, or knowledge to to help her when she became senile, and to see the true value of her lifetime of collecting, and how sad that was. (I still blame myself, though I tried to advocate on her behalf.) This dream had so much to say about the value of things, time, and people. Things are meaningless unless we assign them value, but we spend our most valuable gifts, our time and our lives to accumulate, and then must maintain the things.  We want the things to beautify our homes, but our homes become warehouses of clutter and dust if we don't maintain them. Often we don't maintain them because we are too busy working, just to pay the rent and accumulate more things. Meanwhile, our clocks are ticking along, and our very bodies decline from the hard work. We must also maintain our bodies, but in the end, dust and decay claim all. In the dream I was using an antique shaving brush to brush away the dust. I began to wonder if it was too valuable to use in that manner. The more I cleaned and dusted, the more the air became dusty and I began sneezing. I opened the door to let light and air into the dark dusty house. It may have been the sneezing, or the light in the dream that woke me up, gazing around my own dim and dusty room in the early light of dawn. I imagined it full of the beautiful antiques and treasures from my dream, instead of the worthless, dusty old junk that more light would reveal.  I realized that some of my best treasures, like my grandmother's old desk, were so buried in junk that they literally cannot be seen.  I thought about my life, how I spend my time, how I often want to give away all this junk, but when I begin to sort and clean it, I find all the treasures that I alone know the value of.  The stories, the gifts, and mostly the people whom I treasure in my life.  The antique wood, which was once ancient trees.  Which is more valuable?  My mother is an accountant, she would know.  I would give it all away, and I wouldn't change a thing.  

Singing with the fairies

After reading Bryan Froud's Fairy oracle and hanging with rockstars, I dream of a a boat that needs no oars nor motor, but glides along over water and sand alike, seemingly directed by my will.  I am singing with the fairies, and one hands me a handful of dollars, I thank them cursorily, and walking away, I realize there is a hundred dollar bill wrapped in the ones.  feeling inspired with fresh ideas and energy to create new directions in life I took the dream to mean that the fairies will help me, and if I only follow through, I will be compensated for my efforts.