Brains!

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You may have to be patient now-think, listen and heed signs.
You have a reputation for being straightforward and honest.

I guess my dreams are just expressions of my anxieties. Lately events have played themselves out in my dreams how they might in real life, or how they could in a worst-case scenario. Recently sleeping next to somehow seemed to alter my sleep patterns. I was loosing my dreams; I could not remember them any more. So for a while I focused my energy on remembering them when I woke up in the mornings. Now I can catch glimpses of them and most of the time I don’t like what I’ve caught. Some days I’m allowed the chance to doze. I can push my mind to a strange place, right when I’m going in and out of sleep and awake. If I manage the delicate line, I can loose the feeling in my arms and legs. As if they are sort of floating above where they rest, or as if they are not even there at all. I wonder if that is what angels feel like? I think I may have developed a thing for the idea of angels and fairies, or perhaps its for thier wings per say. At work the parrots fly all over the house and their wings are small but they produce quite a lovely noise in the air. I think it might be what wings symbolize, or what people believe angels and fairies symbolize. Another wish I tend to make (along with two moons) is for fairies and angels to be real, some how I feel like it would make the world less grey sometimes.

Who am I wishing to?

Quotes from The Kite Runner by Khaled Hosseini
“To this day, I find it hard to gaze directly at people like Hassan, people who mean everything they say.”
“He was so goddamn pure, you always felt like a phony around him.”

Last night on the 10 freeway the earth rushed by under the wheels of our car. Outside the window I could see LA’s shadowy rooftops and treetops stretching out in a swirl of city lights. The moon, full and tinted yellow from the smog, was the only thing constant. It seemed to be racing us across the city, never pulling ahead or falling behind just there constantly running with us, maybe even guiding us.

Jelaluddin Rumi (1207-1273) master poet, these are some quotes from his Islamic manuscripts.
The minute I heard my first love story I started looking for you, not knowing how blind that was. Lovers don’t finally meet somewhere; they’re in each other all along.
Let the beauty we love be what we do. There are hundreds of ways to kneel and kiss the ground.
Birds make great sky-circles of their freedom. How do they learn that? They fall, and falling, they’re given wings.
The morning wind spreads its fresh smell. We must get up to take that in. That wind that lets us live. Breathe, before it’s gone.
The ground’s generosity takes in our compost and grows beauty. Try to be more like the ground.