DIARY PAGE

I don't know about you and handwritten diaries but I have had a rather conflicted relationship with them, in that when moving (as I have done now around 22 times) whenever I come across the diaries, I either burn the pages in a fireplace if available or bury them in the ground whole with the covers ripped off (if the cover is not biodegradable) or begrudgingly bring a few along with me. When going through a few this time, I happened to skim one and found this drawing (I rarely draw in my diaries) and then read the entry and found that I had sketched the image from a very pleasant dream, which is so unusual to my dream life. I dream often about trespassors and trespassing. When I was younger so many of my dreams were violent, and I was having to defend my family or myself with knives. I have been knived and shot dead in dreams and then have (when lucky) seen myself from above once guides appear in the dream and shown me the unrealness of it. And so, it made sense to me to tear out this proof of pleasance page and celebrate that I had simply been sitting at a table of flowers wearing a dress I was able to remember upon waking up. Nothing big, just simply pleasantry. So I had this framed, just picked it up yesterday from the sweet framer and hung it on the wall next to the bathroom cabinet mirror to remind myself every morning and every night while brushing my teeth that I can have pleasant dreams, even if the next entry at the bottom begins with another nightmare. I don't remember last night's dream but I do believe that it was pleasant! Sufi wisdom says to be glad that you have nightmares because you are burning karma in them rather than having to live out some horror in waking life. But I feel like after decades of nightmares that I am ready to have some real rest as I sleep. : )~

LOVE!