“Happiness consists in realizing it is all a great strange dream”
― Jack Kerouac
By great, of course, Kerouac was not speaking of a qualitative judgement but of size and importance, a dream filled with awe and sometimes mundanity but filled to the brim with faces, reflections of ourselves that sometimes appear strange, locations that change faster than we realize and sometimes faster than we feel we can adjust to and a sense of unreality that comes and goes with startling regularity. I don’t feel alone in perceiving it this way. Still when I decide I’m going to surf the waves that come my way, immerse myself in the dream while realizing that’s what it is… happiness and its wonderfully wise older sister joy can ensue… Feeling this and knowing this is a gift of the universe. Tho like most gifts it tends to come to those to whom it belonged to already… Tho I feel at the same time it is everyone’s birthright.
BLessings, G
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Faces in the Purple Fire by G A Rosenberg
Llama with beautiful Eyes
It is, after all a “great strange dream” – a dream that we all agree to participate in. And yet within that dream there are dreamers that are experiencing a nightmare – how do we help them?
Hmmm, by showing them that both dreams and nightmares have equal value? .that nightmares show us our fears until we no longer need them? By holding them in our hearts (in our arms is not always possible and letting them know we’re there)?
Noble and wise thoughts my friend…