I was at a stop sign and someone's car had broken down in front of me. From behind, I thought it was Sheyann's Dad, but I dismissed that thought and just sat, waiting in traffic for someone to move the car. After awhile, it wasn't moving and a police officer showed up. He was talking to the man, who turned my direction, and it was Dallas. He had his two little kiddos with him and they were getting out of the car. I got out of mine and walked around and asked if everything was okay. He said the car was dead/unrepairable. The officer was talking to him about how he would tow it out of the way. Dallas was telling him he could just keep it. Dallas was so sad, "beaten". At the time, it felt financial... like, he wasn't sure how he was going to get another car, etc. I told him I could take him home. He just nodded in a very distracted way. I took the kids to my car. The little one was much younger than he actually is now, and I had to transfer the car seat as well. (It was a pain in the butt... with lots of buckles and straps!) I was also picking up other things from the car to take home for him. I was asking what he needed. He was frustrated and saying basically, "Just forget it. I don't want anything!" I was still gathering things, trying to sooth the kids, and hoping to calm him down a little bit.
And, then things shifted... remember, Alice and Wonderland... and the rabbit hole... ;)
There was an evil man, some sort of prince... or at least someone with power. The setting was the Renaissance Period (although, history isn't my thing, so I'm guessing). He was in love with a woman who did not want him and was doing the typical... I'll have you or no one will... sort of drama. There was another woman who appeared to be her sister or relative. It was difficult to tell for certain, but I think she was an ally of the evil man. There was also a nice guy, of course, the woman's long lost love, who was trying to rescue her. This man appeared to be like Sheyann's Dad in the first part... and at the moment sad and "beaten". This woman was strong on her own, and she was consciously trying to break free, but there were wizard like spells and even some sort of "drugs" that had been given to her. She was having difficulty thinking straight. She wasn't afraid, though. She was in "problem solving" mode... planning, observing, etc.
The sister was jealous of the woman and wanted to be with the evil man, but at the same time, she was doing his bidding and plotting with him to do what was needed to get the other woman to be his. She would sneer at the woman. At one point, the sister was drinking these bottles. She told the woman that the "magic" belonged to them... that it was their birthright. They each drank half of each bottle. The bottle that the woman drank last had more in it. It would be the most powerful for her, and it was labeled. She knew it would give her the power to create visions from nature... she could make someone see a windstorm, a tornado... or something like that. She walked out into a large library like room of the castle, and was attacked by someone sent by the evil man. She raised her hand, and the wind gathered. Small dark clouds of smoky grey dust flowed from the stone walls. They slithered down the wall and began to coalesce. They formed a vision of a large black panther who reared up, large paws clawing the air... swiping at the man. The panther snarled and its large jaws snapped, teeth almost catching him. She watched a moment and then gathered her long flowing skirts into her small hands. She turned and fled, letting her "vision" take care of the man. It was only a vision, but he didn't know that. The coward would run and probably kill himself trying to get away from it.
Sunday, March 14, 2010
The Bead and Rock Project of AustinI
...or maybe the Beaded Rock Project of Austin?
I had a dream. :) People who know me know that when these words come out of my mouth, there's a story about to follow. It may be a significant story, something of a premonition, simple mind wanderings over a concern of the day, or some ridiculously surreal and rather random Alice in Wonderland style adventure where nothing makes sense and you spend the entire thing wondering why you followed that silly rabbit down the rabbit hole. One thing is for sure, though. All of my friends know when I say that, they may as well just shut up and listen. ;) I'm not going to stop rambling about it until I get it out there! :P
In the dream, I walked around the corner (it seems this could be any corner in some of the more unique sidewalks in South Austin... maybe similar to South Congress somewhere?). It was a street with little shops, and to the side was a small (maybe 8 ft. tall and 4 ft. wide) archway. On the ground beneath the archway was a little plot, maybe 5 sq. ft. In it were small stones. All of them had been "crafted". They were all beautiful. Some were carved. Others were painted. They laid next to each other in the plot. Some were exquisite works of art. Others appeared to be more simplistic and made by children. I reached down to pick up one. It was purple. (Of course! Everyone who knows me knows that I would go for the purple one.) The actual rock was sort of purple, and the painting on it was mostly purple. The paint accented face-like features of the rock. I held it for a minute, and a little boy (hispanic, maybe?) came up behind me. He whispered, "Remember you can only take one." I nodded my head, remembering that I'd been told about this place. I lifted my gaze and there was a handpainted sign at the top of the archway. It said, "The Bead_____ Stone Project". I couldn't see the middle part because someone had painted something there. It was a ladybug, or some flowers, or something. Suddenly, I remembered being told that there was a place where people made art and just left it. Anyone could come by and pick up a piece to take home with them, but everyone was encouraged to leave something as well. It was sort of an "art" exchange. I sat the purple rock back down into it's place, and I looked around some more. The stones in front of the plot were a sort of sandstone that had been carved into smooth curves and shapes of faces, animals, etc. To the right side of the archway were several large geodes. One was a brilliant pink color banded along side some quartz. I picked it up and looked at it, and then noticed all of the other stones, rocks, and crystals. I picked up one that I thought I might take with me. It was flat silver, circular silhouette of a tree. The tree was sort of on the side of the circle and it's branches arched over the top, while it's roots curved around and up the bottom. It had small beads and stones hanging from it, and a cloth butterfly with additional beads on top. I was drawn to it (even though it was in browns and neutral colors... instead of purple!). :) As I looked more, there were rows and rows of things people had created to give away. It just felt like a place of sharing.
When I woke up, I felt "connected" and "centered". I've been feeling spiritually "off" for a few weeks, and it just feels so good. That place had such a good vibe to it.
Anyone know a location where we can start one? :)
I had a dream. :) People who know me know that when these words come out of my mouth, there's a story about to follow. It may be a significant story, something of a premonition, simple mind wanderings over a concern of the day, or some ridiculously surreal and rather random Alice in Wonderland style adventure where nothing makes sense and you spend the entire thing wondering why you followed that silly rabbit down the rabbit hole. One thing is for sure, though. All of my friends know when I say that, they may as well just shut up and listen. ;) I'm not going to stop rambling about it until I get it out there! :P
In the dream, I walked around the corner (it seems this could be any corner in some of the more unique sidewalks in South Austin... maybe similar to South Congress somewhere?). It was a street with little shops, and to the side was a small (maybe 8 ft. tall and 4 ft. wide) archway. On the ground beneath the archway was a little plot, maybe 5 sq. ft. In it were small stones. All of them had been "crafted". They were all beautiful. Some were carved. Others were painted. They laid next to each other in the plot. Some were exquisite works of art. Others appeared to be more simplistic and made by children. I reached down to pick up one. It was purple. (Of course! Everyone who knows me knows that I would go for the purple one.) The actual rock was sort of purple, and the painting on it was mostly purple. The paint accented face-like features of the rock. I held it for a minute, and a little boy (hispanic, maybe?) came up behind me. He whispered, "Remember you can only take one." I nodded my head, remembering that I'd been told about this place. I lifted my gaze and there was a handpainted sign at the top of the archway. It said, "The Bead_____ Stone Project". I couldn't see the middle part because someone had painted something there. It was a ladybug, or some flowers, or something. Suddenly, I remembered being told that there was a place where people made art and just left it. Anyone could come by and pick up a piece to take home with them, but everyone was encouraged to leave something as well. It was sort of an "art" exchange. I sat the purple rock back down into it's place, and I looked around some more. The stones in front of the plot were a sort of sandstone that had been carved into smooth curves and shapes of faces, animals, etc. To the right side of the archway were several large geodes. One was a brilliant pink color banded along side some quartz. I picked it up and looked at it, and then noticed all of the other stones, rocks, and crystals. I picked up one that I thought I might take with me. It was flat silver, circular silhouette of a tree. The tree was sort of on the side of the circle and it's branches arched over the top, while it's roots curved around and up the bottom. It had small beads and stones hanging from it, and a cloth butterfly with additional beads on top. I was drawn to it (even though it was in browns and neutral colors... instead of purple!). :) As I looked more, there were rows and rows of things people had created to give away. It just felt like a place of sharing.
When I woke up, I felt "connected" and "centered". I've been feeling spiritually "off" for a few weeks, and it just feels so good. That place had such a good vibe to it.
Anyone know a location where we can start one? :)
Tuesday, December 08, 2009
Remembering...
I've decided to do dust off this blog and try again. But first, I suppose I should go back to where it began.
2005...
That was when I started this, and it appears (after reading those whole 2 posts!) I was looking for a place to sort of "find myself". It took me awhile, but strangely, I didn't need this blog to do that. La mariposa morada spread her wings. I managed to create a life that would allow me the freedom to be. Oh, and I've learned that I can proudly be an ass if I want... guilt free. Not that I would maliciously hurt someone. By being an ass, I don't mean being mean. Back in 2005, I felt like I was being an ass if I wasn't meeting the expectations of others. I felt that so strongly that I forgot about my own expectations for myself. I walked carefully... I did what was expected. I pushed away important aspects of myself in an attempt to make others happy... in an attempt to "keep the peace". Now, it's much different. My friends would all say I am often uncensored and rather blunt about my life, my strengths, my weaknesses. And to that, I would say: It's about damn time!
So, let's see if I can shift this blog a bit. No longer do I see myself as a butterfly needing to spread her wings and fly. In fact, it's even difficult for me to remember when I was so quiet... when I was so sad.
I'm flying now...
It's about damn time! ;)
2005...
That was when I started this, and it appears (after reading those whole 2 posts!) I was looking for a place to sort of "find myself". It took me awhile, but strangely, I didn't need this blog to do that. La mariposa morada spread her wings. I managed to create a life that would allow me the freedom to be. Oh, and I've learned that I can proudly be an ass if I want... guilt free. Not that I would maliciously hurt someone. By being an ass, I don't mean being mean. Back in 2005, I felt like I was being an ass if I wasn't meeting the expectations of others. I felt that so strongly that I forgot about my own expectations for myself. I walked carefully... I did what was expected. I pushed away important aspects of myself in an attempt to make others happy... in an attempt to "keep the peace". Now, it's much different. My friends would all say I am often uncensored and rather blunt about my life, my strengths, my weaknesses. And to that, I would say: It's about damn time!
So, let's see if I can shift this blog a bit. No longer do I see myself as a butterfly needing to spread her wings and fly. In fact, it's even difficult for me to remember when I was so quiet... when I was so sad.
I'm flying now...
It's about damn time! ;)
Sunday, August 28, 2005
To contact me...
You may be wondering exactly what this blog will be about, and that is such a good question. As I stated in the title, I really will be sorting it out as I go... I find I get lost in so many of my day to day "responsibilities" that I do sometimes wonder who "I" am. This will by my space to... be me. (Scary how seriously profound I suddenly sound. If you hang in there a moment, you'll realize that's just a facade. I'm really just looking for a place to come be a total ass... without having to feel guilty afterwards!)
A simple beginning...
Unfortunately, I don't speak Spanish. But, you can't blame me for being misleading. Remember, I did say that these would be strange happenings and strange thoughts! Consider that a disclaimer, and continue at your own risk.
I have, through the years, attempted to learn some Spanish... and I love the way those two words sound: mariposa morada... purple butterfly...
I have, through the years, attempted to learn some Spanish... and I love the way those two words sound: mariposa morada... purple butterfly...
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