Tuesday, November 6, 2012

Dreams Of Enjoyment ~ Petals Of Time

I awoke this morning with a pounding heart stressed by worry and bother so intense it caused me to sit straight up and think out loud, "What the heck, was that"? I'd been dreaming. It's not often I dream anymore but whoa this seemed so real, so ick... so... I don't want to travel let alone even dream of living like that.

Jumping out of bed I quickly started some coffee and picked up the phone to call Danny. He'd left for work at 5 am this morning and although I'd gotten up, fixed his lunch and hugged me a good day... I still stumbling tired, sunk deep back down into the covers in hope of finding just a wee bit more sweet sleep. Sleep I found... but sweet it was not.

Danny answered his bluetooth headset and the first thing out of my mouth was, "I've had an awful dream so you've got to make me a promise"! Poor guy... I surely must throw him for a loop as often as the hula goes round. "Promise me we'll enjoy the journey every single day and plan to stop however long it takes to discover even the seemingly silly little world wonders and that rather than only see big things from afar, that we'll go down and find out what makes it special and, and... and that you won't be in a rush to always hurry to the next destination." Danny laughed and assured me that not only did he plan to see the roses but that we'd stop and smell everyone of them. :-) Ah... the sweet aroma!

So what was your dream, Danny asked. All kinds of crazy awful stuff... but the last dream we were standing on the top of a huge rock wall cliff. Not a mountain but more like a rock hill. There were stairs carved into the cliff leading down into a massive body of water and all along the edge were what appeared from the top to be little pools... hot tob sized pools that nature had carved into the rock. The water was cool but as waves come in washing into the pools, the warmth of the rocks immediately warmed the water within to perfect steamy bliss. I wanted to descend the stairs and get lost in the blissful invitation but you... you pointed to your watch and said we've got exactly three days to get across this country and only another day to get to... wherever. You were rushing ahead and I was reluctantly following along picking up everything of importance that you were dropping along the path in a hurried rush. I later found out from others that within each pool of warm water floated rose petals that continuously fell from the plants alongside them... rose petals which when floated on the waters of time emitted the sweet aroma of life pleasantly at rest and hidden by a hot steamy view from all but those who took the time to descend the steps and enjoy the luxury of that particular passing moment.


So... that was my dream. I've written it down so that a year from now or maybe even just after the passing of the next seven short weeks (the estimated time we've set to launch into our journey down the road)... that I'll have something to point to and reference each time I hear Danny utter the word: "Hurry". And to remind myself, Danny and everyone everywhere that: Life is short... as quoted from the movie Bucket List: "45 years goes by pretty fast. Like smoke through a keyhole". In Ecclesiastes 3:12-13 I read, "I know that there is nothing better for men than to be happy and do good while they live. That everyone may eat and drink, and find satisfaction in all his toil - This is the gift of God." When I reach the end of my road I of course want to hear the words, "Well done, good and faithful servant" (Ref Matt 25:24) and yet I'd also like to pause a few moments both at the end of my road and now and then along this path towards our destination to inhale deeply of a sweet aroma created from a life well lived fully of joy... full to overflowing with love, hugs and laughter!

After all this dreaming and promising and writing it down... I looked over to ponder the last of this years quickly wilting rose petals, that I'd tried to preserve just a bit longer. That pondering led to the following photograph!

Petals Of Time ~ Like Smoke Through A Keyhole ~ 2012 Cynthia M Colbert ~ Co-Bear Photography

It is my hope that you enjoy this journey to. Until next time:

Wishing You Love, Hugs & Laughter In Abundance,
Cindy Colbert ~ Co-Bear Photography
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