What's it really mean to dream? ii

This is one in a series of posts in which Trish attempts to dissect the purpose and meaning of dreaming; of looking beyond what is to what if~
Working my way towards the answer myself....and here's the part II-dream I put on paper before me~


Back to my original post, my intent from the start of this search and query.

I'm risking.
I'm tossing my dreams out there.
Not to get responses. Not to hear the naysayers-neither the
encouragers.

I'm dreaming in pen and ink so I can see it
so I can live it
And so I can be it.

I'm tossing my dreams out there.
out here.

'Do the hard work to find a superior answer'

Dream part two
Monastic
introspective
introverted (look up the true definition before you judge)
contemplative
lifestyle-
or something as yet
intangible,
and similar~
that lives in this
sensibility
realm.

That's all I know.

Dream bigger than myself,
unattainable in who I am alone,
unclear on how it fits into where I am
what I do
who I support
and where I look to be going.


But that's it; dream part ii:
to explore and pursue.

I've heard tell it can fit into
a 'real life'.
I've never had a real life
so I look forward to seeing how it
fits into my life....
truth be told,
it's already lurking
around the edges....

If Doris Day can do it.
in love. trish

friday fun facts #2

Growth happens when you focus on sharing your joy, passion, wisdom and life-lessons. Focus on what you do, where you are.

in love. trish.

right now

what if you place is right now?

  If life began right now? In this moment?

If it wasn't about yesterday,

or tomorrow,

but just right now?

That God put His finger on your life so as to have you right here, right now?

How would right now look?
in love. trish.

Tree rings~

Is it necessary to identify present with past? To link places, people, tastes and sights present to experiences of similar form  from the past? 
In this at least, I find it so; my travels.
It serves to give my mind a place to rest, to hold onto, so that all of the new that comes rushing in each and every time I touch down can coalesce gently.
It is through this identity with familiar that I feel protected and sure; just enough to keep on stepping into this unknown.
I am allowed to grow into the new through identity with old and create a new comfortable and familiar-one that will be revisited at another touch down, in the future of  'news', to come and be the touch point of safe familiarity. And from it another layer of my self, of this purpose I am serving, is grown.

Adding tree rings to this layered life of Living.
in love. trish.