I Watched..

I watched myself walk out of the sea, I watched as I drew closer, a mass of water but indisputably me. I recognised myself and recognised the others that also walked from the sea, not as people I knew, but as beings all the same.

The sea was rising up to join the land, the sea was coming home to join us. We could do nothing but watch as the sea walked on in.

I met myself and merged as one with the sea, I became whole. I understood that I had been part of the sea all along, my need to be beside it was because it was part of me. The sea was not just a body of water it was alive, living and part of all of us, the part that we left behind at some point in the past. For the first time in my life, I felt complete, I felt awake and I knew.

How long had we been separated, lifetimes, since land broke away, lifetimes since we were truly ourselves. Why parts of us had left was unclear, but they were home, we were once again ourselves. We could feel as the water spilled in, feel as it flushed out the forgotten, feel as it replenished.

People continue to walk from the sea, they flow into land in search of themselves.


This was my dream last night, I look out to sea today from my balcony in wonder!

My Parallel World

Last night I had the strangest of dreams, I returned to a place I’d been before but it had changed. I spent ages finding my way around although I knew the place of old. I believe some building work had been going on and I was trying to find a supermarket I used to go to but it took a while. I found it eventually and went in to do my shopping, I felt much better having found my bearings.

When I woke up I had the strangest feeling I’d visited myself in a parallel universe,  parallel world or different lifetime. I had been so familiar with the way things had been and so confused by the changes that had been made, but for the life of me I don’t think I’ve ever been to this place. I laid there in bed going over it in my mind, trying to pull from my memory how I knew this place and had memories of it being so different. I travelled to every country in the world I have ever visited or lived and couldn’t find it. I’m baffled by the dream, I can’t get it out of my mind.

Now if it was a different lifetime, I believe in past lives as you know, it would have been a different era, but it wasn’t it was sort of now. The people in my dream, were the people I know now, well some of them, but again they were slightly different. I wondered if I am alive somewhere else at the same time, could the theory on parallel lives be true.

I had the feeling I was in the US, I’m not sure where, it might even have been Canada but certainly that side of the Atlantic, I just can’t remember it. It really was the strangest of dreams because when I first woke up I couldn’t quite work out which place was the dream and which was real.

I’m having the weirdest of dreams at the moment, this is just one of many that are playing on my mind. I suppose I have moved, I am in new surroundings and a little confused. I wondered if any of my readers can make any more sense of it.



What is a dream, it’s so hard to see

Is it a book in our minds that we read 

With reams of pages turning fast

A book that’s short and never lasts

What is a dream, can we really hear

The audible bits that seem so clear

Action through my dream as I walk

That don’t make a sound, but I hear you talk

What is a dream, can we truly feel

As we are touched it appears so real 

At other times, when we reach out

Our arms are left empty, no feeling about

What is a dream, do we fly high

As the things we see go flying by

Scenery changes as quick as you like

From brightest day to darkest night

What is a dream, can we honestly eat

The fruit I taste, appears so sweet

But when I think more, it’s very rare 

That I even consider eating there

What is a dream, can we just speak

As when I try it comes out so weak

Sometimes I really try to cry out

But the noises I make will not come about

What is a dream, can we plan before 

Can we book our dreams, then some more

Because if I could plan my dream today

It wouldn’t end with you going away 

Dream of Death

I dreamt you were dead, withered and dry

You left me alone without saying goodbye

Shrivelled and drooped you gave up on us

No longer proud, with strength I could trust

Your sweetness of smell, turned to a musk

Blood red of your colour, now memory just

My nightmare continues, it goes on and on

I can’t say goodbye, I’ve loved you so long

Tears they will fall, the memories may fade

But not for the moment, we still have today

Then on the compost, you’ll come back again

Feeding the good earth, how you’ll remain

But just for tonight, please stay here with me

My roses, my beauties, you showed love to me







My mother took my hand last night. She led me to a place of being, where I could just be still and rest in that stillness.

I could see her hand but no more, I followed because I could feel and I trusted in that. I understood her intent, although we did not speak. I knew there was no need for words.

I sat and just was. I didn’t think, I didn’t look around, I just was. I was everything there ever was and everything that will ever be.

I accepted and was and here today, I am.

Flowers on the Railway


The flower on the side of the railway tracks looks out of place in this grey urban environment.  But the flower, like many others like her along tracks, still reaches up daily in prayer to the sun.

She has hope for future generations, she is positive about the future for her kind.  In the distance, if she stretches up above the grass she can see the downs, she knows that flowers just like her grow wildly there and flourish.   She is at peace knowing that through pollination, her kind will also one day live in those hills.

In just a few weeks the bees and butterflies will be back and her prayers may come to fruition.  Until then she will continue to allow the wind to sooth her and perhaps help a little along the way.

She continues to dream of a better future for her kind.

Men Flutter to Me….


Daily Word Prompt – Dream

As a child I dreamt of being a singer, I sang into my hairbrush while standing on the table imagining my adoring crowds below. I sang Marlene Dietrich’s, Falling in Love Again, holding my hands up to the light at the part where the moths gathered around the flame, getting burnt.

Everybody laughed at me and because of this I became even more dramatic, throwing myself onto the floor at the end of the song to entertain the crowd. I sang at every given opportunity to everybody’s dismay, because as I have since learnt, I can’t sing.

My birthday’s are dreaded by friends, because it’s my day and give me a few drinks and a party atmosphere, I will want to sing. I consider my friends lucky that I grew out of blasting out ‘I will Survive’, although I do still have a tendency to select the big numbers that I haven’t a hope in hell of singing. My sister bought me an at home karaoke machine, I think she was secretly hoping I would get bored and give up my dream or at least try keeping it to myself.

I always wanted a boyfriend who would play the guitar or any instrument for that matter, and sing for me, but for some reason this has also escaped me. Maybe this has something to do with the theory that like attracts like, but I continue to listen out and live in hope.

Now, I tend to sing alone, I sing in the shower and sing along with Nina Simone and Billie Holiday on a Sunday morning. I dream of taking singing lessons and learning sing at least one song before I die. I’m getting on and learning to sing is now on my bucket list. Before it’s too late or not possible, I’m going to bloody well do it!

Dreaming of the Light


Is it dark in heaven, does anybody know?  I can’t imagine it is ever dark up there, or wherever the there may be.  I have read the stories of people who have travelled there and returned after being cast out to continue thier lives and you won’t find anyone who arrived in the dark.  They, the returned, mostly talk of a bright light, a warmth and of being greated by those that went before them and stayed.  You never hear of anyone who had to turn the light on when they arrived or needed a match.

I think that is why we might be a littled frightened of the dark, especially as children.  Darkness is particular to our existence here, it is put here to show us the difference between heaven and earth.  I think it is supposed to be unnerving until we realise there is really nothing to it, only what we create with our imaginations.  I think of my childhood dreams, of being chased by monsters and such, who never really existed in the light of day.

On the other side, whatever or wherever it is, I have heard the colours are supposed to be so bright, like nothing we have ever seen.  It all appears to be full of brightness and colour  and there are not any dark corners, darkness does not exist, well not in anything I have read.  And then I think of my dreams,  I dream in colour, sometimes wonderful colours.  I don’t remember ever dreaming of the dark, I wonder where I am going.

My dreams are created by me, by my subconscious to to give me a message, help me work something out or teach me something.  I sometimes wonder if I’m travelling beyond this world in my dreams, I do think there is a connection here somewhere. I do have disturbing dreams, big empty rooms, I often miss aeroplanes and I have been naked but I think these are just things I’m working through.

I dream of people that have passed on and sometimes they feel so real, they hug me and I wake up crying.  Other times they are just there in my dream and I think created by me as I am missing them and trying to find them.  Because I have people that live there, I believe in another place even if it only accessible at the moment through my dreams.

I’m not afraid of the dark now because it’s just made up of fear and not knowing.  I try look into the depth of it and try and find the light and colour there, because I know it is there, my people are there.  If it is true that spirits or whatever you call them, are here but exist beyond our sight or understanding, then we should if we look really closely be able to find them in the light, right?

I’m gong to continue to search for the light in my dreams and while I’m awake, I want to understand it.  Sometimes when awake I see little specks of colour, shiny dust I think of it as and it sprinkles around the room.  At night I see the same little specks moving around in the dark.  I do sometimes think I might be getting there speck by speck  but for now it’s only a dream.



I sit here in our sunny spot, my mind connected to you.

The times we laughed, the joy we shared, it all comes pouring through.

The moments spent together here, will last forever more.

I tap into your spirit, close my eyes, go through the door.

I breathe in deep, let cares flood out, I sense you coming through.

I surrender now completely, what happens here is true.

You step a little closer now, glorious beyond the veil

In your amazing glory, no longer sick and pale.

Your smile so wide, your eyes so bright, I feel your love so strong

This place I come to often, you always come along.

I sit here in our sunny spot, we laugh, we smile, we know

That your only ever a thought away, I call and you will show.