Just the other day I was thinking about faces – and how its as if some faces are “pre-loaded”, embedded in our subconscious, encoded in our psyches – faces and features we are primed to respond to. Is it due to genetic memory, a shared cultural heritage, an unconscious connection to a dream state or a past life?
All I know is that for me – some faces are irresistible, magnetic … and if I was to meet this face in real life I would be defenceless (and have been – once).
Maybe that’s what love at first sight is – the moment when we see the face that has been waiting to be recognised.
what does it mean when:
- you dream of spending a day taking care of a sheep?
A sheep that looked more like a brindle-coloured pit bull – but was definitely a sheep – or really more of a lamb.
It seemed this lamb wasn’t going to have much of a future (perhaps blind, disabled?) and somehow it was at my workplace (which looked nothing like my real one). I spent a lot of my time carrying it around – left arm holding it close.
Having left work at the end of the day, I felt the need to go back and check on it. I unlocked a heavy wooden exterior door, and discovered I couldn’t re-lock it from the inside. This caused a little concern, but I continued, entered the office, and the lamb came running toward me.
I checked it was fed and watered and had a cosy place to sleep – then – either the dream or my memory of it, faded away.
- some things are not what they seem
- the need to care overcomes fear
- what is opened cannot be closed
walk barefoot on the cold, wet ground
accept the weather as it comes
rain soaks in, feeding the ground
We are now seriously in the midst of winter. We had the shortest day last week, and this is when I start to feel tired of the darkness. And rain. So I remind myself just how much good the rain is doing for the land, and I try to relax into this dark season, welcoming the sunny days when they come. And they do come – cold crisp bright days that make me tingle and feel alive.
I really should have made reference to Matariki last month. The seven Matariki stars usually appear in May or June and mark the beginning of the New Year. It is celebrated at the first new moon following the appearance of the Matariki star cluster, (known as Pleiades – and other names – in other parts of the world). This year, 24 June was the beginning of Matariki.
Matariki is the end of the harvest season. A time for people to gather together to remember the past and look to the future. This is the time when the darkest days of winter have passed and we look forward to the lengthening, brightening days.
So, we’ve just finished our annual celebrations and the star cluster is still visible in our skies during July. This is the time to start looking forward to the end of winter.
when you would rub your hands together
as if they were cold
the strange tension and then release
and the way your face would screw up
and then relax into one of your glorious smiles
your nails curved over the ends of spatulate finger tips
a cigarette held loosely between two fingers
palm up, hand bent at the wrist, while you talked
strong hands, capable, practical, tender
when you rolled a cigarette
when you used both hands
to gather your dark heavy hair
and lift and twist it up
and away from your face
fingers stained with paint
long, slender, graceful, the colour of weak coffee
when your hands gather tomatoes
or test the weight of cucumbers
I see the knuckles enlarged with age
the scar on the side of your thumb
the clean, neat nails
these hands would have held me once
when I was a baby, a tiny child
they would have lifted me and felt my weight
and when we are gathering lemons
and you are passing them to me
you pass all the times you held my hand
stroked my hair, and tucked me in close beside you
your hands have been open ever since
waiting for mine to close over them
Writing prompt from Sarah Selecky:
“write a list of times you remember staring at someone’s hands”.
These are my memories of three special people.
Thinking about dreams…
What does it mean when you meet someone in a dream, you learn their name, their job, develop friendship. They are interested in who you are, they look at your writing.
They asked me a question I can’t remember fully – but I know it was a challenge of sorts – “so if you have this Scottish heritage why are you still writing …?” I can’t remember the rest of their question, but I know I countered with “…and the Irish”. We were looking at handwritten text and in the dream I could read it – but have no idea now what was written.
We sit looking at the dark sky filled with multiple crescent moons and stars and I say, “on nights like this I can’t imagine there being anywhere better – but maybe its time to leave…” and we agree to move away.
It really is like living another life…
the steady beat
the constant glow
a month ago
three emissaries from the green-world
visited in the trees outside my house
a trio of plump white-chested kereru
a confirmation, affirmation
why else come for one day, and never again
except to tell me, there is a story to be told
I know why they came
I know who they represent
we find what we look for
synchronicity occurs when we pay attention
my prayer is observation and question
imagination is my promise and reply