Monday, July 18, 2011

It's only been a month...

... to the day since I received a call telling me that she died. Since then the nights have gone quiet to the point where ears cry out waiting for sound. But the playlists, no beeps from a computer or living creature fulfill its want of that familiar voice.

My inks have dried and caked, my quills feel broken, my papers can't even hold onto a single tear.

How I miss you

Though I am glad
That you're someplace better than here
I just wish
That I was able to say good bye
I would've sacrificed the night for just a simple phone call
For just a simple hello
With one last farewell.


Father hold me
As my heart soaks up my tears
Let this small joy grow
So that it can drown out these broken nights

A toast for such a great friend
Who was and always will be one of the best I'll ever know
Though small amongst the earth, a giant among hearts
Until we meet once more.

Friday, July 15, 2011

Thoughts of dreams of thoughts - Prayer request

[This blog post has been in writing process since July 7th.]

"Pray for your dreams." Four wise words from a dear friend of mine who'd just recently gotten married a month ago. It was something that she would say at the end of near every conversation we had as we were both night owls and that was when we often talked. Back then I was having trouble going to bed and staying asleep, too much on my mind and too many thoughts to just release myself to slumber.

To my readers I pose this question: Do you feel that your dreams reveal a portion of your inner self, the self that is buried under years of conditioned behavior and what is often felt as lost child like aspect of emotional expressions? Or do you feel that it's just your mind replaying random events. What about lucid dreaming, could you indeed pull an inception movie trick and create your own dreams like an artist?

For my own answer, I can't go fully into one camp or another as I've had both set of dreams (The Simpsons developing a time machine out of a sphere containing a thousand or so marbles, I mean really), but as my friend suggested, praying for your dreams whether conscious or unconscious, is a healthy part of maintaining one's mentality.

I'd recently picked up a book for writing research entitled Breathing Life into Your Character by Dr. Rachel Ballon, PhD. Every so pages it gives out an exercise, one of them being to record one's dreams as a means to see what your mind thinks of unhindered.

Interesting idea...though as of late when recording my dreams, I wonder just how my heart is burying my mind and visa versa on different topics. I dunno, it's been rather eye opening. Grant you, I'm not putting full stock into what my dreams are, though I can't help but ponder about the subject of the dream, the people in them, and how home hitting they are.

For now, I'll continue to write them down as they come to me, while at the same time beginning to once again take my friend's advice and pray for and about the dreams I've been having these past few nights.

I'm sorry that this wasn't so much of a spiritual type post, it's just something I needed to get out of my systems these past few days.

On a side note. I was wondering if you guys can pray for my father. He's on vacation these past two weeks, but he's been more stressed now that whenever he was working. So much so that, as I was told this morning, last night he was backing out into a parking lot, drove the car into another and proceeded to continue without noticing, raising the smaller car behind them up into the air while my mother, my older brother and his wife and kids watched trying to tell him to stop. I must admit, this has scared me as it's extremely rare to see him so stressed out. We're doing what we can to ease his stress, but his personality type limits what we can do without causing him more stress and frustration. We're making a little headway though, I hope and pray things will change for the better soon.