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I am a dreamer of dreams
Wandering around from the periphery
Quiet to remain unnoticed.
A bench is waiting at the end
As I can see it’s already taken
By someone dreaming my dreams.
I am standing on the right side of the door and on the left side is sibling # 6. We are outside the door looking in. We are looking at a beautiful room, freshly painted with all shades of colour.
The wall’s background is sky blue. On top of the blue, the design is hard to describe as if it’s painted by an artist. There were green, yellow, orange, pink. These colours are soft and pleasant to look at. It’s a very peaceful room.
A single bed is on the right side covered with lacy white sheet. It’s so inviting that I want to go inside the room and lie on the bed.
Mother is resting on the bed. All I see is her legs from the knee down to her feet. I know it’s her even though I don’t see her face.
Who painted the room? I asked sibling #6.
Sibling # 2 painted the room. She responded.
I stood by the door for the longest time admiring the workmanship of sibling #2. However, she is not in the dream; just me and #6.What a heavenly dream. My mother died in 2000 and to see her is my dream is wonderful. “In my Father’s house are many mansions: if it were not so, I would have told you. I go to prepare a place for you.” John 14:2
- Every year, I make sure that I do one thing that I haven’t done in my life. For example, last year, I learnt how to bake cookies and cakes. I was well liked by those cookie monster and cake fiends. A very expensive way to learn. Done. Next? Next is learning how to bake a traditional ham or turkey that my family always make. The guinea pigs are my next door neighbour who made me mushroom soup for Christmas. And I did, ham first. We had it for New Year’s Day. Now my neighbour wants it to be a tradition. Are you kidding me? The turkey has to wait. The guinea pigs will be my nieces. I promised them to have a YaYa cousinhood at my place. They were pinning since they have not set their foot in my sanctuary. They saw the pictures in the Facebook and how they love to check it out. Yah, right. It will be a dry get together, I said. They agreed.
- Gardening. What new plant would I want to try this year starting from seeds? This would take time visiting Garden Centres, reading Garden Magazines and visiting Community Gardens. I enjoy gardening and it’s so much fun.
- Walking. This is a must since I am planning to join Walkers’ World this year to Santiago de Compostela. It’s vital that I am able to walk at least 10k a day. That is equal to walking around Stanley Park in Vancouver, BC. Not a big deal, since I do walking meditation and I have now a camera to take pictures along the way. Can’t wait.
God of new beginnings, we are walking into mystery.
We face the future, not knowing what the days and months will bring us
or how we will respond.
Be love in us as we journey.
May we welcome all who come our way.
You’re having a nightmare, and have to choose between three doors. Pick one, and tell us what you find on the other side.
Dreams, I like dreaming even if it turns into a nightmare. Nightmares are just dreams, nothing to be scared about. It’s scarier when I am wide awake having to deal with everyday living. Pick a door? When I pick a particular entry that opens to the unknown and enter it, what’s behind one door is connected to the other gate. It does not really matter which door I choose. This is what I call a dream within a dream. I can quickly go back to a dream and continue dreaming.
There is a particular dream that is etched in the most recesses of my mind, body, and soul. The time was the early year of 1998. I was temporarily living in the basement of my friend, Jan, as I was on my way to be of service to ABC (AIDS Baby Centre) in Chiangrai, Thailand. That basement was hellish, but I told Jan, I will turn hell into heaven. And I did. Jan just loves how I transformed her basement into heaven.
About the dream, skipping the details, this is the ending: I opened my eyes, and I saw a single EYE surrounded by luminous light. The Eye was staring at me. I don’t know how long I started back. And suddenly, fear kicked in, and I said: “Lord, I am not ready for this.” Then I closed my eyes and went to deep dreamless slumber. I woke up and missed out the better part of the morning, it was almost noon.Ever since I become fixated with eyes. I look at everyone’s eyes to see if I could capture that eye in someone else. I am longing to go back to that “Eye” dream. I am now ready to look straight to that “Eye.” As a result, my nightly prayer before I lay down to sleep, my last words are: “Lord, come and visit me in my dreams.”