Dreams. Do they mean anything?

2014-02-23 11.34.32I dreamed one night that I saw a very beautiful bird in a cage.  It was a very strange dream in a very strange place.  I had no idea what it meant until my cousin called me to tell me that his niece was arrested for stabbing her mother’s boyfriend. Apparently the bastard was beating her mother.  Was the dream just a dream or was it showing me what had happened to a distance relative? Did I see my cousin’s niece in prison before I knew it actually happened? Who knows. I certainly don’t.

Approximately thirty years ago, I was pregnant with my first child.  Up to this point, the pregnancy had been normal.  I had almost doubled in size by the end of my first trimester but my doctor didn’t seem concerned.  My husband and I were very happy.  We were young, newly married and had moved to Canada right after we were married.  Life was good as we began to put down roots in a brand new country.

I had several dreams over the course of my pregnancy.  Each time I was in a familiar location.  My childhood home in Jamaica.  In each dream, I would take my baby and hand him/her over to my grandfather (whom at the time of my pregnancy was dead) and I would then walk away. Never to return for the baby.  I had the same dream in different locations over the course of several weeks.  Although I thought it weird that I was dreaming in series, I thought nothing of it because at that time I believed dreams to be well, just that. Dreams. (more…)

I Feel Most Like Myself When I’m Walking in the Park

galaxy 422This is the third installment for March NaBloPloMo.  We are answering the question: When or where do you feel most like yourself?

I feel most like myself when I’m walking in the park.  I love open spaces. I love nature.  Walking gives me a freedom of mind I don’t get anywhere else.  When I’m at work, I’m thinking of work; when I’m home, I’m thinking of chores, kids, and to do lists; and when I’m at church, well I’m thinking about God and my relationship with Him.

However, when I’m walking in the park — Stone Mountain Park, Prospect Park, Central Park or any of the little ones in between, I’m free to think about anything I want. Or I can not think at all. Is that even possible? These are the times when I allow my spirit to roam and my emotions to meander.  It is during my walks that I meditate on my hopes and dreams.  If I’m going through turbulent times, I use a walk in the park not just for the exercise but also for the peace it brings and the wonderful opportunity to have some private, uninterrupted time with God.  This is when I feel free to argue with Him about what I’m going through.  Through tears and laughter, my walks in the park have brought me comfort when I’m heartbroken and a place of solace when I feel lost.  It is where I sense the presence of God and the leading of the Holy Spirit.galaxy 515

Walking in the park allows my mind to roam free and to think outside the box.  This is very much me.  I create poems in my head.  Compose tunes in my mind.  And daydream about what I will do with my life going forward.   It’s a time when I literally stop and smell the roses.  I walk bare feet to experience being one with the earth.  Watching men push strollers; little boys walk their dogs and old ladies gingerly navigating a 5k stretch, gives me a sense of gratitude.  Life is beautiful and it is only when I take the time to visit the park that I gain a renewed sense of appreciation for what our good Lord has created.  The various trees swaying lazily in the summer breeze; the swans basking in the winter sun without a care in the world; and squirrels friskily running up and down one tree after another all combine to give me this wonderful experience that allows me to be me. Even the tiny turtle “hastily” moving across the dewy grass for fear of being trampled on by someone on an early morning run, catches my interest.  I wonder what he is thinking as I stoop down to watch, closely following his shiny body, wondering what is going on in his mind as he “scampers” away.   That is me, being myself.2013-01-05 13.52.20

Yes, walking in the park is where I feel most like myself. Where I am free to appreciate and experience what life has to offer. Whether it’s the dream of retiring on some beautiful Caribbean island someday or publishing my first novel, whatever I desire can and does happen when I walk in the park.galaxy-403_thumb.jpg