Tag Archives: Interpretation
Party Time on the Street
As I sit finishing off this blog, I almost addressed my man sitting in the next room on the computer, only to realize he has moved into his own place and is no longer there to be consulted about spelling or something else. It is sad but true that we go our separate ways again for now. Continue reading
Hands of Light – Wheels of Light
Looking for something to do, as a result of having a dream, is a very important part of interpreting the dream. In this way we are embodying our dream into our daily life and saying to the unconscious, thank you and come again. I say the same to you for reading. “Thank you and come again.” Continue reading
Sprouting with Anger
A little anger always lights me up and I am inspired to write. Sometimes I can see my way around it fairly quickly. My Saint Patrick’s Day story is about some anger and the Leprechauns and how the angry Maria dealt with it. I am taking lessons from her. Continue reading
Crying Uncontrollably
A beautiful morning in the ‘Burg. It is cool. A humming bird buzzed behind my head on my porch and the yellow finches are on the sunflowers at the back of my yard. I have been to a meeting of … Continue reading
A Dream about Pete The Cat
Margot and I correspond about dreams and she says how she likes my writings and finds them inspirational. I found the following story about her Pete the Cat inspirational too, printed with permission of Margot. This is a story about … Continue reading
Blessing and Blessed
Sometimes I take a look again at the Chakras, what they mean to me and how there are connected energetically with the body, with thoughts and with emotions. I have prayed for love, peace, patience and understanding to flow through … Continue reading
The Long and the Short of it all
If my mother thought I had put on some weight she would say “beef to the heels, like a Mullingar Heifer” The other insult that was thrown around was “a long low butt, like Joe’s Leagh’s dog.” My sister Mary … Continue reading
Swans
The boarding school, which Rose attended for five years as a teenager, in Co Westmeath, stood beside Lough Ennell, near the town of Mullingar. There was a big group of swans on that lake, which could be seen from the … Continue reading
