Waking up to this morning popped up advice of a recording from RB. Ok half-awake. I found this stream of consciousness (I mean that in a considered and thoughtful definition) is a relief and tool. Consciousness? Consciousness. Imagination? Imagination. How can my old mates help me today.. thanks for your reach with this one Ryan.
How beautifully expressed - the dream, the lived experience - visits from your father. For many years I said I never dreamed - vague ones of flying - as a primary school aged boy - aside. Then in more recent years I am aware of a dream-rich sleep - the only thing missing is any sense of recall - apart from train stations, platforms - underpasses, cross track movement - but no real memory - the dream dissolves totally as I rise into consciousness. I wonder why...but hope that one day I may have your ability - that which my wife possesses, too. She can take 10 minutes describing one of her dreams - who was present etc etc. Sigmund Freud insisted all the members of his family relate their dreams over the breakfast table. I'd have been a dead loss in that family ritual. I am most moved by your stories of your father - mine having, as I think I have earlier mentioned, killed as a passenger in a car accident in mid-1951 when I was just two years of age. If only I could have dreams such as yours! Thank-you for this essay. I'm in Vancouver - at the end of nearly two months of travels with my wife across North America - to return to Australia next week - the Ides of November... Jim K.
My thoughts about spirituality, but you put it into words. Thank you for the expression, it will cause me to think more deeply about what I am seeing. Like Jim I have been travelling for a couple of months. Some familiar places - Greece and France (including a walk on the French Camino) and some new - Morocco and Kenya. What I have seen and experienced cannot easily be described or defined. The past is certainly alive.
Waking up to this morning popped up advice of a recording from RB. Ok half-awake. I found this stream of consciousness (I mean that in a considered and thoughtful definition) is a relief and tool. Consciousness? Consciousness. Imagination? Imagination. How can my old mates help me today.. thanks for your reach with this one Ryan.
Dear Ryan:
How beautifully expressed - the dream, the lived experience - visits from your father. For many years I said I never dreamed - vague ones of flying - as a primary school aged boy - aside. Then in more recent years I am aware of a dream-rich sleep - the only thing missing is any sense of recall - apart from train stations, platforms - underpasses, cross track movement - but no real memory - the dream dissolves totally as I rise into consciousness. I wonder why...but hope that one day I may have your ability - that which my wife possesses, too. She can take 10 minutes describing one of her dreams - who was present etc etc. Sigmund Freud insisted all the members of his family relate their dreams over the breakfast table. I'd have been a dead loss in that family ritual. I am most moved by your stories of your father - mine having, as I think I have earlier mentioned, killed as a passenger in a car accident in mid-1951 when I was just two years of age. If only I could have dreams such as yours! Thank-you for this essay. I'm in Vancouver - at the end of nearly two months of travels with my wife across North America - to return to Australia next week - the Ides of November... Jim K.
My thoughts about spirituality, but you put it into words. Thank you for the expression, it will cause me to think more deeply about what I am seeing. Like Jim I have been travelling for a couple of months. Some familiar places - Greece and France (including a walk on the French Camino) and some new - Morocco and Kenya. What I have seen and experienced cannot easily be described or defined. The past is certainly alive.