Looks like something’s brewing off the coast of Oregon. It simply looks magical if not hairy. I’d love to see the view out of these homes. Lucky folks.
This afternoon I was meditatively floating in the pool with eyes closed, feeling the gentle sway of cool water all around.
A little girl around 6-7 years old happened to stroll by the moment I opened my eyes and looked up.
For a very brief and very clear moment, in her I saw the eyes of an anguished old soul seeking something she would never find.
Startled, I blinked and the vision was gone.
It was such a stark and real vision that I couldn’t help but wonder if that was her future — would she later lead a life of anguish, perhaps forever seeking the love of her life or a lost sibling or parent she’d never find again?
Or was it a past life or parallel universe moment slipping through in that small moment between meditation and real world?
As I floated away, I felt sadness for the little girl and pondered if she could change that path to a different one and would she?
Certain paths may be set in life but we have the ability to carve new paths as we go. Would she know this down the road of her life?
I was haunted enough by those eyes to want to reach out to her parents and tell them all this and implore them to empower her with the awareness of a life of flexible paths.
Naturally, I couldn’t (wimped out?).
Instead I sent silent blessings to the little girl along with all the light she’d need to find her way in the future.
I won’t ever forget those eyes and the anguished old soul behind them.
I was in a dream where I was lucid and aware of what was going on. I happened to be in a flooded area with rising waters and I was exploring the area while being mindful that I’d eventually need to find higher land.
No fear or anything of the sort — just exploring really.
The waters kept rising and I ended up diving underwater to explore further. I knew it was a dream and that I’d run out of air. I went under, explored for awhile, and ayup — started running out of air.
Just as I was about to exit the dream before drowning, an angel unexpectedly interrupted the process and grabbed ahold of me in a reverse hug from behind. I saw she had long curly brown hair. She saved me, all was okay.
I woke up to intense vibrations in the middle of the night.
And went back to sleep to another dream.
On the way through Idaho, I took a detour-break to check out one of the oldest ranger stations in the country and spotted a couple deer peacefully grazing on an overcast day.
Look familiar? It’s from the Oregon / Washington border near Cascade Locks. You can also spot huge waterfalls along this route, it’s pretty spectacular.
Fog covered mountainside on the way through Idaho to the Oregon border. It’s a great drive though I had to stop twice at mandatory boat inspection roadblocks for my kayak to be cleared. Good idea to avoid invasive water flora.
Another stunning view I came across on my sojourns across Montana towards the Oregon coast. Montana is full of surprises and a favorite of mine.
While crossing Montana on a desolate highway in the middle of a vast country land, I received welcome respite from a rainbow on the way…
In the dream I was standing on a seashore looking at an earthen house built into the side of a small mountain. I noticed there was a path of sorts up the side of the house towards the top of a cliff so I climbed it to see what was up there.
As I reached the top, I came up eye-level to the corner of a beautiful, shimmering lake mirroring a majestic, snow capped mountain on the other side.
There were dozens and dozens and dozens of otters and they all started swimming towards me in greetings.
I climbed back down to let people know of such beauty up there and about the otters. As I reached the shore again, I realized I was carrying two little newborn puppies I brought down from up there — they were wet, literally born from the lake. I gave them to a family with kids walking by the shore to take care of them.
As I left them I strolled by the shore with the water lapping at my feet and suddenly noticed a tall but small bird with tinges of pink lying on its side, struggling very weakly to get up and unable to do so. I reached down, cupped it in my hands, and lifted it up to heal it and I woke up.
* * *
Later in my morning meditation I reflected upon that part and realized with a jolt that the wounded/exhausted bird was me and I was reaching down to heal myself in that sense. The bird had not flown for awhile and that was also me, needing to fly free again…
This afternoon while hitting a couple auto parts stores fruitlessly looking for a fuse (apparently only available in Canada) for my power inverter, one of the clerks saw the kayak on top of my car and said he enjoyed kayaking too.
It was a slow night at the store and his comment sparked an intriguing conversation where we each shared the best kayaking spots in the area.
It was great shooting back and forth wowing each other with tales of special rivers and lakes over the next few minutes. By the time we were done we had covered almost all of central Florida’s hot spots.
It was a blast and I truly enjoyed it as well as the clerk.
While may be a lone wolf, in my finer moments I enjoy being social. ; )
* * *
I see people jogging or biking or such in the heat of the day and it still sparks a pang of envy that they’re able do it while I can’t just yet.
They make it look so effortless and easy.
I know my time will come eventually, but this envy serves a good purpose:
To never take such things for granted again.
* * *
At the local library I like to sit looking out their tall windows and watch the goings on (it also makes for a good meditation spot).
I witnessed a middle age lady pull into a parking spot designated for the handicapped. She got out of her car and strolled at a brisk pace up to the library while carrying several books.
I started judging her for this, thinking she was taking up a spot from someone else less abled.
Then I remembered the early stages of my ongoing dance with Mr. Lyme when I wished I had a handicapped tag because after a short distance walking I’d get winded. Also being able to park closer to entrances also would mean less melting in the Florida heat at a time when I couldn’t tolerate being outside in 85 degree or higher weather for more than ten minutes.
I silently walked back my judgment.
Although I’m aware handicapped passes are abused by some, I realize there are many who have more invisible handicaps or situations that I wouldn’t be aware of on the surface of things.
Life sure has a strange way of teaching lessons, but it’s a good thing as it means continued growth… and living.
Ray
An alien from a different plane wandering the universe in a tiny camper
Along the Ray
Somewhere on a river...
North American continent usually
