The Blog of dreamdancer

To those to whom it would matter, it has been fun.  It was jolly good to get to know you.  My wish for you all is that the dreams you dream come true, your desires be fulfilled, and that you learn to grab happy and keep it close.  My final blog it that you all find ...........

“How to bring joy into your life?”

I bring joy into my life first by being open to all of the places it can happen with eyes open wide to see it and mind open to its many possible forms.   

Joy is a sprite; it is fairy with gossamer wings. It will float on a breeze and send you to your knees in thankfulness for its visitation.

Joy is the sun rising in the early morning calling to creation to wake up, heralding a new day. All nature’s creatures burst for with a joy-filled chorus …shhh…if you listen very carefully it sounds like Hallelujah!

Joy is the armor surrounding me keeping me strong and safe from a world that sometimes misses the mark…that errs in choosing the dark instead of the light.

Joy comes to me from growing things, be it children, flowers, vegetables, or a loving relationship.  

Joy comes to me in the trying of something new just because I can.

Joy comes to me in holding my grandchild in my arms and knowing in him I will carry on.  

Joy comes to me in music, laughter, a good book.  It’s in the reading of a sonnet, a poem, or watching a butterfly on bush.

Joy comes to me in the sound of my lover’s voice in the just saying of good morning, baby; or the last words said at night, sleep well baby, dream of me.

Joy comes to me from the peace I give and in the peace I receive from being on the best terms with life that I can be.

Joy comes to me in just breathing for another minute, for another hour, for another day.

Joy comes to me in just the living of my life, in the day to day wondrousness of being.

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The great teachings unanimously emphasize that all the peace, wisdom, and joy in the universe are already within us; we don't have to gain, develop, or attain them. We're like a child standing in a beautiful park with his eyes shut tight. We don't need to imagine trees, flowers, deer, birds, and sky; we merely need to open our eyes and realize what is already here, who we really are -- as soon as we quit pretending we're small or unholy.

I feel so fortunate to live in this day in time. Why, because of all the music that I can claim as mine. I do not write lyrics and have never really taken up an instrument seriously. I have always been a bystander, a listener, an enjoyer. I feel music way down deep. I drink it in like it is some magic elixir. Sometimes it is just the lyrics. Sometimes it is just the melody, and sometimes it is the beat. Sometimes it is everything combined…and that when it exists is sublime. I am really never without music now since I was gifted with my treasured MP3 player. I tuck this little goody anywhere and always have a tune at the ready. I need the music, the tunes. I discovered a long time ago that music helped me to stay even, gave me balance. I also discovered when my demons come to sit on my shoulder they first thing they try take from me is the music. This morning I awoke to a PM and in it to me was given Dream On by Aerosmith with Steven Tyler. I have always been a little in love with Steven and this song in particular was a lifeline to me in a transition time in my life….ahh music it fills me with emotion, it helps me to celebrate living. This piece of music to me has it all: The lyrics, the melody, the beat. It is hauntingly lovely...makes my heart hurt the feeling runs so deep. Thank you so much for sending this to me today. It reminded me of bridges I have built because of my dreams. It has also reminded me that bridges still yet can be built if only I dream......

"Dream yourself a dream come true.
Dream on, dream on, dream on,
Dream until your dream comes true."

Song Lyrics

Music and lyrics speak to me I am sure like to many others...I am in a mood to hear things from the music I listen too, I have been for the past few days...so no blog of thoughts in my head but a post on a piece of music and lyrics that got my soul all caught up today... Bob Seger...Turn the Page.

Cell Phone GPS and Finding My Way Home


I have a cell phone like I guess most people do these days. Only I hate talking on the phone, very rarely do. I have people talking into my ears all day long. So I usually stay away from the phone be it land line or cell. So why carry a cell.....well to find my way home. My sense of direction is severely impaired. It is so bad that when my family gives me directions to get anywhere they very officiously make sure I start with a left out of my driveway. This is not really funny since I live on a cul-de-sac on the right. I guess I could look at this as being mean, but no I have earned my reputation for getting lost.

I have a folder with maps to everywhere: grocery store, the mall, the barber shop, Target, etc. etc, etc. I live in an area that was rural 20 years ago and now we are a part of the metropolis. Roads appear and disappear. Buildings spring from the ground like mushrooms. They are always adding to or subtracting from my geographic space. I never know what will be added or subtracted from one trip to the next.

There is a sign that when it appears strikes terror in my heart like no other….DETOUR. What that does to me I cannot begin to describe. Once many years ago I was 20 minutes away from home and because of a DETOUR sign and right turn instead of left it took 2 hours for me to get home. There was my husband, my boys, and my neighbor, who is cop, on my front lawn as I drove up. Donnie (the cop) put the squad car strobes on and over the loud speaker announced I was home and called the search party off. That story is brought up at almost every get together. I live in a neighborhood just filled with comedians.

Anyway back to the cell phone, I have pretty much retired my folder. What I appreciate on my cell phone is the GPS. Technology is wonderful. Push a few buttons, wait just a bit, and a reassuring voice tells me whether to turn right or turn left, how far to go, and tells when I have arrived at my destination in case I don’t know. It will even direct me to the nearest Starbucks Doubleshot, life does not get much better than that.

If your little one requests to play the violin, think Vanessa-Mae...think possibilties

It is getting late again, 8 am, I should at least be a quarter through my work day by now, and I am not. This has been going on for about three weeks, since I started over extending myself. I need some reflection. I need some stopping. I need some slowing down. I need to blog. Yes, that is the thing that I let go. No wonder I am feeling so restless, so in pieces. This is like a fix for me. It keeps my mind from going in places were it should not go, because once there I may stay and that is not good for me. I know that. So many seem to have all of the answers about how a person should live their life. Such surety in the things you can walk away from in the attainment of being true to self. There are many valid points made by many. I have come to the conclusion they are not wrong but they are wrong for me. At the end of the day whatever I choose, wherever I go...I am always along for the ride. I can not escape me, not the real nor cyber. They though separate are locked in the same me. So I have decisions to make. I am not going to make these decisions precipitously, but also I am not going to go so slowly that I get caught like a piece debris in flood water. This is not one of my "sunny" blogs. This is an introspective, a sorting out, or the beginnings of the process. Life is a journey and on this journey I have achieved things great and small, the most important piece in all of this to me now is not being reckless, not being tangential, not thinking just of me but of all the pieces of me that includes the people tethered to me in various relationships. When one is considering a huge life change, one must consider the people, the relationships. I am believer that one chooses to be happy, it is not a thing that happens. I have to consider my choices very carefully because one thing I know for sure it is not in me to choose "happy" for me at another's expense. That brand of "happy" though on the horizon now is bright and lights up my world will burn out and leave cinders and ash. I have now lived long enough and have enough experience to see patterns in life and know that no matter how I think I can morph them and mold them that they are like "memory foam" and at some point will assume their original shape. I have lived my whole life that way, being blindsided, allowing myself to be caught up in the going along. No more. I will think some more. I will reflect. I will choose, but when I do it will be with knowing and accepting what I will lose as well as what I will gain. There will be no "I did not see that coming."

Sit down in a comfortable chair, close you eyes and just listen.....

June Bug Flyin'

Summer in the city, Washington, D.C., to be exact, was wonderful. There were parks, school yards, and empty lots to play in. There was hop scotch, double-dutch, jacks, red rover, dodge ball, and tag; so many outdoor things to do. We had this empty lot, just 4 houses up from us. The adults all hated it. Thought it an eyesore, but the kids loved it. It was our Swiss Family Robinson, our jungle, our place to climb trees and to examine nature's bounty up close. The weeds were quite high. We would plough right through them and all that could be seen of any of us would be our shoulders and heads and some of the shorties just disappeared. Some times we would look for insects, catch bees in glass jars filled with clover. Hold the jars to our ears and listen to the bees buzz. It was so much fun. Life was so uncomplicated and sweet. There were hopper grasses as little Ruby called them, garter snakes, and frogs. Gooey squishy things under logs, but the thing we liked most, the thing we liked best was flyin' June bugs. Now I do not know if is just something we thought to do or whether this practice existed elsewhere and maybe still does...I know I passed it down to my kids, this June Bug flyin'.



I don't remember who first thought of it, Frankie, Linda, Danny, Dickie, Tricia, maybe Audrey or Dan, but we'd meet at that lot first thing after breakfast and begin our June Bug hunt. Sometimes we would hunt and find nothing, spend hours doing it, hoping. Of course when that happened we were just too early, the June Bugs just were not there yet. Then one day in the hot summer sun, we'd find one then two, and before you knew it we all had at least one. Marauding every sewing basket there was in our homes, taking spools of thread, jamming them into pockets hoping to remain unseen and again exit through the door. Well the process was quite simple. Each June Bug took two sets of small hands one to hold, the other to the tie the thread from the spool to one of the June Bug’s back legs. Very patient we were until every one had a June Bug of their own tied to a spool of thread. Off to the sidewalks we would go, place our bug on the edge of a fence or on the bark of a tree and wait. We would wait for flight. Oh Lord, when it happened it was so exciting, the shouts of joy, the squeals of glee as our June Bugs would fly off and we would reel the thread out from the spool. We’d be flyin' them June Bugs as the sun would shine and the air would be sweet, one friend smiling at the other, just loving summer.

 

Forty years ago 06/05/1968 Bobby Kennedy was assassinated.  I once shook his hand and volunteered in his campaign in 1968 though too young to vote this man had my deepest admiration. I was an idealist then.  Barack Obama almost makes me feel like one again.

OCCASION:  Centennial Re-Enactment of Gettysburg Address

I can shut my eyes and see it. I do not remember the season, but it was warm, the sun was bright, the air clear. There was a breeze. It was 1963. I am pretty sure it was before the JFK assassination. There was a staging area, people all dressed in period costume. The actor Robert Ryan standing tall, stovepipe hat, beard and all, looking very much like Abraham Lincoln..."Four score and seven years ago" he began. Now it was quite novel to see an actor in D.C. up close, but he was not really the attraction. It was the brothers Kennedy who had all of the attention. There they stood Robert and brother Edward, young, vibrant, beautiful. He, Robert, took notice of us, just some of many in the crowd. Maybe we were able to command such attention because of the parochial school uniforms that we wore. What ever it was, he stepped over, and very earnestly addressed us, shook our hands. My poor befuddled brain cannot bring up the words he said, but I remember the eyes, the beautiful smile, the feeling of being important. I was 12. Years later, I worked in his campaign. He might have been able to do great things if only given the chance. 

If you are fortunate, people come into your life when you need them. I had such a person come into my life and even though he was in great pain of his own he took notice and reached out a hand and saved me, taught me to smile again. I do not think he has ever had any real clue how close I was to not being. Now having had this great fortune, I find that it is my turn to give back to him. With life’s ups and downs and human beings being the frail unsure creatures that we are, I find the way to return the gift is to give him room so that possibilities may blossom. Now this could be a sad day but I cannot bring myself to think of it that way. No I choose to think of it as gift giving: the wrapping, the bows, and the card comprised of the sun, the moon and the stars of the endless universe holding within it life’s possibilities, removing any perception that I for one moment would cause this friend, for that is what he will always be, difficulty in having what he needs to be happy. Not I, not now, not ever….such is the ebb and flow of life. And if it is not this one, it will be another, and the story will be same because that is how human beings are, this will not change. So dear friend I am smiling…do not ever doubt it. Thanks for being there when I needed you.

Anna Garlin Spencer
The friendship between a man and a woman which does not lead to marriage or desire for marriage may be a life long experience of the greatest value to themselves and to all their circle of acquaintance and of activity; but for this type of friendship both a rare man and a rare woman are needed. Perhaps it should be added that either the man or the woman thus deeply bound in lifelong friendship who seeks marriage must find a still rarer man or woman to wed, to make such a three cornered comradeship a permanent success.
 

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Play the music, fill the room
My dancing feet remember
A Waltz's lovely glide on a dance floor
Then crank it up a bit with Salsa and Merengue
Tango, Cha-Cha, Charleston, or do the Boogaloo
How about the Wah Watusi, the Twist, or the Frug
From Mashed Potato time, to the Skate, or the Jerk
The feet and the body moving to the beat is not work
Then there's the Hustle, The Electric Slide...
Let me not forget Saturday Night Fever...oh Disco
For my country feet there's
The Texas 2-step or the Boot Scootin' Boogie
Then wind it all down with a body you want to be close to
and slow dance to the music......

I have been doing a lot of reading of blogs. There is such diversity out there. The one ringing bell of truth I see is we certainly are all very human, all very comprised of so much laughter, love, confidence, compassion, intellect, weakness, hurt, anger, pain, loneliness; the list is endless.

It caused me to pose the question to myself, friends, virtual or real, is there any difference? Well I think I have come to believe even if virtual they are very, very real maybe even more real than real. They get to see me, the confused, the fragile, the needy, the funny, the lighthearted, not the take charge sometimes harridan me that I can be. Pretty much the person I am out here is the inner me, the one that often stays quiet, does not put on display this vulnerable side of me for so many reasons in my real world. I do not know which friend is better off, the one who knows me virtual or real. In real, I am not overly compassionate. I decide things very often quite coldly, pragmatic in the extreme, it is habit. In the last 8 years this has been the predominate me, the one that needed to survive and put a good face on it. I find that that is not good or bad, it is just the way it is and I find I have no real desire to change it; change it to what. What is reality will not change and if it did that would be more the stuff of tragedy then setting one free. In fact it was purposeful for me to present this other DreamDancer to this virtual world. She needed to be let out. I like her, I always have, but she is the observer; the compassionate; the seeker; the one with only questions, no answers; the unguarded; willing to feel and admit it even if corny and so out of date; the one who burns with desires that do not mix well in her world, the one who would be absolutely useless in her reality.

I know why these things are true for me. I know why I hide in my real. I am thinking that it is probably healthy to know the why and come to peace with it. I have also discovered that perhaps this way might be best, at least for me, for now. There is no end of the bodies I would leave in my wake if I said all the things I felt, kept nothing hidden, just put it all out there in my real world. The people I care about would not understand I would be a foreign and uncomfortable presence for them. The one thing both DreamDancers share is responsibility and ownership for the things that we do, that I cannot escape from virtual or real. It would be nice to put the two of us together (I am not Sybil, please), it is just not practical right now.

Today I ranged high and low, angry to sad, loving and hating, ranting and raving.  I finally have calm, equillibrium...my glass is half full again.  I have decided to laugh at life's bumps in the road because it simply lightens the load.  These jokes are on marriage, hopefully yours is no joke.  I think they are pretty even in slamming men and women....neither sex has the right or the wrong, the good or the bad...it just is the hand we get dealt and what we choose to do with it that makes us different.

Woody Allen

To love is to suffer. To avoid suffering one must not love. But then one suffers from not loving. Therefore to love is to suffer, not to love is to suffer. To suffer is to suffer. To be happy is to love. To be happy then is to suffer. But suffering makes one unhappy. Therefore, to be unhappy one must love, or love to suffer, or suffer from too much happiness. I hope you're getting this down.



Agatha Christie

An archeologist is the best husband any woman can have; the older she gets, the more interested he is in her.



Samuel Johnson

Marriage is the triumph of imagination over intelligence. Second marriage is the triumph of hope over experience.



Anonymous

Love is grand; divorce is a hundred grand.



Love may be blind but marriage is a real opener!  Anon

Then there was a man who said, "I never knew what real happiness was until I got married; by then it was too late."

 

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I recently read that love is entirely a matter of chemistry. That must be why my wife treats me like toxic waste.

 David Bissonette

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When a woman steals your husband, there is no better revenge than to let her keep him

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Do not marry a man to reform him. That is what reform schools are for."

 Mae West

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Love is temporary insanity curable by marriage.

Ambrose Bierce

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Behind every successful man stands a surprised mother-in-law

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Man is better off than woman; he marries later and dies sooner

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Marriage is the triumph of imagination over intelligence. Second marriage is the triumph of hope over experience.

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 Marriage is the process of finding out what kind of person your spouse would have really preferred

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Bachelors should be heavily taxed. It is not fair that some men should be happier than others.

-Oscar Wilde

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 A man is incomplete until he is married. After that, he is finished.—

Zsa Zsa Gabor

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My wife and I were happy for 20 years - then we met.

-Rodney Dangerfield

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The most happy marriage I can picture would be the union of a deaf man to a blind woman.

 Coleridge

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One good husband is worth two good wives; for the scarcer things are, the more they are valued.

 Benjamin Franklin

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.The secret of a happy marriage remains a secret.

-Henry Youngman

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Whatever you may look like, marry a man your own age - as your beauty fades, so will his eyesight.

 Phyllis Diller

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If love is the answer, could you rephrase the question?

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Arguments are unsafe with wives, because they examine them; but they do not examine compliments. One can pass upon a wife a compliment that is three-fourths base metal; she will not even bite it to see if it is good; all she notices is the size of it, not the quality.

Hellfire Hotchkiss

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All tragedies are finished by a death, all comedies by a marriage.

 Lord Byron

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"My wife has a slight impediment in her speech. Every now and then she stops to breathe."

Jimmy Durante.

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Men marry women with the hope they will never change. Women marry men with the hope they will change. Invariably they are both disappointed.

-- Albert Einstein - Funny Love Quotes

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Marriage is a three ring circus: engagement ring, wedding ring, and suffering.

 Anonymous

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 Do you know what it means to come home at night to a woman who'll give you a little love, a little affection, a little tenderness? It means you're in the wrong house, that's what it means."

George Burns.

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Happiness is having a large, loving, caring, close knit family in another city."

George Burns.

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 I've had bad luck with both my wives. The first one left me and the second one didn't."

Patrick Murray.

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 In my house I'm the boss, my wife is just the decision maker."



Woody Allen.

The most effective way to remember your wife's birthday

is to forget it once

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Yawn - Nature's way of letting married men open their mouths

Anon

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 I married Miss Right. I just didn't know her first name was Always.

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 I asked my wife where she wanted to go for our anniversary. "Somewhere I haven't been in a long time!" she said.

So I suggested the kitchen.

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Marriage is not a word; it is a sentence

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 A good wife always forgives her husband when she's wrong.

 Milton Berle

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A wife is   someone who'll stand by you through all the trouble you wouldn't have had if you'd stayed single. 

unknown

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I think, therefore I'm single.