Vivid Dreaming

The morning sun rises over the trees,
The light glistening through the dew heavy leaves.
My eyes try to open but they feel fixed shut,
My head is so heavy and I am not willing to budge.

So I snuggle back in to my doona so warm,

And contemplate all that has gone on in my sojourn.

For the dreams are so vivid and real in the light,

It’s like I’m living my dreams and dreaming my life.

The ordinary comes out to play in each night that I sleep,
I organise my packing for trips over seas.
I get lost in the traffic of roads that wind unknown,
And I stress about replacing fuel in a boat that we've loaned.

Nothing seems to connect quite with my real life,

There’s beauty in both and plenty of strife.

And my family is present although not always leading roles,

I am at the center and perhaps this is the story told.

My dreams remind me that this is my life to lead,
And where ever that takes me I will always succeed.
For Love is the essence running through each atom and cell,
And whilst I am living and breathing I am well.

Enough to see and experience the Beauty,

To nurture and care for myself and my family.

To send out tendrils of healing to the world beyond my front door,

And to pray for Peace to reign over the World.


About R Congues

Funny enough, this blog has become the expression of my hopes, dreams, love and experiences. It came about because of the situation I discovered I was in, and I am delighted to see it grow and heal into something different: I am a parent of two children, one who has experienced severe anxiety that became disabling in all aspects of their life. I am a teacher of Maths, Science and Religious Education with a Masters in Special Needs Education; I am a qualified Reiki master, with a love of art and creative experience. I am not a professional in the fields of psychology or medicine. (If you are interested in these perspectives there are many internet sites to use.) I am simply expressing my experience in my own unique way.
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