Tired? Who's tired?
Me! I'm so fucking tired, gang. But I'm still smiling; still saying "Yes!" to life! I can't wait to see what's coming.
The night before last, I had the most amazing dream. As loyal readers of this lofty blog (or recipients of private emails from moi) know so well by now, I have embarked on writing a new book. "Writing" is perhaps putting it a little too enthusiastically for the moment; "copious note-taking" is more apt. I am copiously-note-taking a new book!! It is currently titled "At the Edge of God" and is a spiritual manifesto, memoir, nonfiction-philosophy thingie.
(Yes, this means you will find the book in Barnes & Nobles nationwide in the "Spiritual Manifesto, Memoir, Nonfiction-Philosophy Thingie" section. And at all FNACs in France, on the center table, labelled "Not to be Missed, Most Astoundingly Hard to Describe Book But Worth Every Penny" latest import from America [see post from yesterday].)
Okay. I digress. It's been a while since I digressed, hasn't it? I used to digress all the time...
Anyway, working on the new book involves keeping track of my dreams at night; expanding who I am in the waking world. I am also saying "Yes!" these days to attracting a new significant other to my life. (Not quite the way Sinead O'Connor is doing over in Ireland right now but then I'm considerably older than she is and way, way, WAY past my hormonal peak...) Ooh! I digress again!! Anyway, yes, I am looking for someone to cavort with in life as well as on the astral plane. So keep this in mind as I tell you about my dream from Tuesday night.
I dreamed that Mom and I were out shopping for stuff for me b/c I was getting married again. (I must insert here that I am not a big fan of legal marriages in real life.) In particular, we were shopping for my veil. I was looking for a veil that would compliment the veil I wore at my wedding to Wayne in 1993. For some reason, I was going to be wearing both veils.
There was this whole rack full of veils in the store and one of them was a perfect match, in terms of the type of lace used, to my old one (which, incidentally, had not been bought "off the rack;" it had been specially made to match my wedding gown). Suddenly, I was in the store in my "new" wedding gown, in front of a full length mirror and my gown was gorgeous. It was so white that it actually glowed. It was relatively simple, for a wedding gown, but it was absolutely beautiful. And my hair was brown again -- the grey was gone. While in front of the mirror, I tried putting on both veils and was having difficulty. The veils were connected to those plastic hairband things and those things are always too tight around my head. But I was patient and I told myself that I really wanted to be okay with this and make it work. So I finally got both veils on and they looked beautiful.
Well, after I awoke and wrote down the dream (there were a lot more details in the dream about fame and the media, and TV, and book publishing and movies, and glamor that I can't detail here b/c it would go on forever), however, the part about the wedding gown... as I was writing it all down, I immediately thought of the old-fashioned term of "taking the veil," when a girl decides to go into a convent and become a nun. Perhaps the dream wasn't about really getting married; maybe it was a dream about spiritual growth or expansion. I'm not entirely sure, but it felt like it was a little about both ideas, to be honest; especially since "being married" is not usually a good fit for me psychologically but this time, in the dream, I was being patient and "getting the new veil to fit."
So interesting, isn't it? Dreams are just so intriguing. All righty, on that lofty note, I'm gonna scoot. The Orkin guys are here to begin the termite holocaust. Not something I'm super happy about, but it's necessary, gang, to save my humble little home. But thanks for visiting!! have a great Thursday, whatever you're doing. See ya!!
[Both the new and old veils looked sorta like this!]
The night before last, I had the most amazing dream. As loyal readers of this lofty blog (or recipients of private emails from moi) know so well by now, I have embarked on writing a new book. "Writing" is perhaps putting it a little too enthusiastically for the moment; "copious note-taking" is more apt. I am copiously-note-taking a new book!! It is currently titled "At the Edge of God" and is a spiritual manifesto, memoir, nonfiction-philosophy thingie.
(Yes, this means you will find the book in Barnes & Nobles nationwide in the "Spiritual Manifesto, Memoir, Nonfiction-Philosophy Thingie" section. And at all FNACs in France, on the center table, labelled "Not to be Missed, Most Astoundingly Hard to Describe Book But Worth Every Penny" latest import from America [see post from yesterday].)
Okay. I digress. It's been a while since I digressed, hasn't it? I used to digress all the time...
Anyway, working on the new book involves keeping track of my dreams at night; expanding who I am in the waking world. I am also saying "Yes!" these days to attracting a new significant other to my life. (Not quite the way Sinead O'Connor is doing over in Ireland right now but then I'm considerably older than she is and way, way, WAY past my hormonal peak...) Ooh! I digress again!! Anyway, yes, I am looking for someone to cavort with in life as well as on the astral plane. So keep this in mind as I tell you about my dream from Tuesday night.
I dreamed that Mom and I were out shopping for stuff for me b/c I was getting married again. (I must insert here that I am not a big fan of legal marriages in real life.) In particular, we were shopping for my veil. I was looking for a veil that would compliment the veil I wore at my wedding to Wayne in 1993. For some reason, I was going to be wearing both veils.
There was this whole rack full of veils in the store and one of them was a perfect match, in terms of the type of lace used, to my old one (which, incidentally, had not been bought "off the rack;" it had been specially made to match my wedding gown). Suddenly, I was in the store in my "new" wedding gown, in front of a full length mirror and my gown was gorgeous. It was so white that it actually glowed. It was relatively simple, for a wedding gown, but it was absolutely beautiful. And my hair was brown again -- the grey was gone. While in front of the mirror, I tried putting on both veils and was having difficulty. The veils were connected to those plastic hairband things and those things are always too tight around my head. But I was patient and I told myself that I really wanted to be okay with this and make it work. So I finally got both veils on and they looked beautiful.
Well, after I awoke and wrote down the dream (there were a lot more details in the dream about fame and the media, and TV, and book publishing and movies, and glamor that I can't detail here b/c it would go on forever), however, the part about the wedding gown... as I was writing it all down, I immediately thought of the old-fashioned term of "taking the veil," when a girl decides to go into a convent and become a nun. Perhaps the dream wasn't about really getting married; maybe it was a dream about spiritual growth or expansion. I'm not entirely sure, but it felt like it was a little about both ideas, to be honest; especially since "being married" is not usually a good fit for me psychologically but this time, in the dream, I was being patient and "getting the new veil to fit."
So interesting, isn't it? Dreams are just so intriguing. All righty, on that lofty note, I'm gonna scoot. The Orkin guys are here to begin the termite holocaust. Not something I'm super happy about, but it's necessary, gang, to save my humble little home. But thanks for visiting!! have a great Thursday, whatever you're doing. See ya!!
[Both the new and old veils looked sorta like this!]
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