The dreams have stopped.  Wanted the crazy ones to stop ... not for all to stop.  Guess the new meds. are not only beta blockers but dream blockers, too.  Crap !!  Messing with my psyche !!  {she, Psyche, was in love with Eros, wasn't she?!}  Hmmmmmmmmm.

My porch has become a jungle .... bugs love jungles .... I don't like bugs !!  Wave petunia planted in a non-hanging pot ....has claimed a large portion of the porch around it.  Is very pretty .... but the 'creeping' is kind of 'creeping' me out.   Like....just how much creeping can it do??  Think I have seen too many Outer Limits/Twilight Zone episodes where plants do strange things,  to be entirely comfortable with its growth.  We shall see, hmmmmmm....

I have an Uncle.... Allen..... that is a  late-blooming Hippie.  Was a real redneck, shit kicker for most of his life, then in his 50's  {or there abouts} he became a tree-hugger and very mellow .....{mellow yellow, even}.  He is way into the Native American view of this world and the unseen world.  Makes mandalas and dream catchers ... you know, that kind of thing.  First time I saw him, as he is now, he had come to my house with my Mom, his sister, and we were standing in the front yard and he saw a honey bee flitting amongst the flowers ..... and when it landed he went to it ... talked to it and tried to PET it .... all the while telling us about the life ...the spirit ...of this small creature.  Sort of, kind of blew my mind then ....and now it brings a smile .... what a change in him !!  Anyway .... here is the point to this jabbering..... I was surfing around the other night and stumbled across this site that had mandalas, lots of them ..... she, the artist/ webmistress was obviously really into to them.  And as I only sort of knew what they were all about .... I spent quite awhile there ....looking and reading.   If you are interested  ....here is her site addy...  

http://www.geocities.com/mandalacirclesoflife/index.html

Another thought ...along that line.  I have Cherokee blood running through my veins, along with 8 others .... but it is the Native American 'portion' that I am on about, so will not go into the others.  {and for those that may wonder, this comes from my father ......not my mother, so Uncle Allen is not Native American}    I have always said  ..." I am part Indian"  when the topic comes up.  Never thought much about it ... but am sure that others refer to themselves as 'part this or part that'.  Then a few years ago ... I was reading an article about a doctor that had went to practice on the reservation where his 'people' were .... he had only recently discovered that an ancestor was Native American and he was doing that 'going back to your roots' thing.  He relates a conversation he had with one of the 'old wise men'  of the tribe.  He is having some problems getting the people to trust him and to come to him when needing medical care ... he tells this to the wise man and asks what he can do to overcome this obstacle, after all he is part Indian , as they are, why would they not trust him?   Well... a lot is said ... but what stuck with me is the wise man asking him .."Why do you refer to yourself as being part Indian ?"   And the doctor says something like "Well, because I am"   The wise man then asks "Which part of you is Indian, is it your arm, your leg or perhaps your heart or your brain?!"    Of course this gave the doctor pause ... and me, too ... why would we divide ourselves into 'parts' ?  And does this mental dividing have a way of muddying up the whole of us?  I know what the wise man was getting at... the importance of perceiving ourselves as a whole and not separate parts.  But can we?  Do we?  As few Americans are 'full blood' anything can we just BE ?  Be Native American.  Be French.  Be Italian.  Be Korean.   Or whatever and however many nationalities make up our whole.  Lineage .... in and of itself, to me, really is not that important.  And although, from a very young age, I was taught the litany of my blood line .... I have come to the realization that there are many who have little or no idea where their ancestors were from.  And .... it doesn't really matter, does it?  { Unless, of course, you are heir to some throne.}    I am an American .... I guess that says it all.  

Oh...btw... the doctor, in time, did win the trust of his people, thanks to the guidance of that Wise One.

 

" Wind to thy Wings "

I'm glad the Dr won the trust of his people! I really know nothing much at all about my lineage. I know I've got some Irish, some German. But whenever I'm asked, I always say I'm a mixture of stuff, but it all equals full blooded American!
Your Uncle sounds somewhat like mine. Or anyway my Uncle went thru some drastic late mid life changes. He used to be such a proper, clean cut, upstanding businessman wearing suits, now he sports a bushy grey ponytail, t-shirts & those plumber looking pants guys wear, & spends his time riding horses & jet skiing He's such a great guy tho!
Well, I'm glad that the crazy dreams have stopped, but I sure wish you could have the good ones! Oh, I wouldn't want to give up SOME of my dreams for the world! When they're bad, they're very bad, but when they're good...

You know, I don't even know what a mandalay is, so I'm off to check out the site you've got linked above!

Take care

Hi Lodi! It's a very special day for someone very special! Please come by if you get a chance today

I'm so glad to hear that all is well on your end there in Oregon