Joyful Dreaming
In ordinary dreaming people describe anxiety and fear among the most common emotions experienced. But in lucid dreams, one often achieves states of bliss, joy, and delight seemingly unattainable in wake life.
‘In My Own Little Corner’
http://youtu.be/0hmCnOPYxVQ
Julie Andrews sings about the power of daydreaming in Cinderella (1957).
Exotic Terrain: No Passport Required (CV)
exotic |igˈzätik| adjective originating in or characteristic of a distant foreign country • attractive or striking because colorful or out of the ordinary • of a kind not used for ordinary purposes or not ordinarily …
Can a Dream Change Your Life? In a Word, Yes. (CV)
In the early dawn hours on a snowy February morning, I was shaken awake by a dream. When I went to sleep the night before in the dorm room I was sharing with a friend …
Dreams of Three (CV)
What does it mean when you dream of threes? In myth and fairytale threes are always important. You get three wishes, there were three evil step sisters, three bears, the hero often needs three tries …
In The Early Morning When The Sun is Creeping … (CV)
“In the early morning when the sun is creeping into my bedroom while I’m still sleeping … Wake me up gently, wake me up slow …” — Wake Me Up Gently by Deirdre McCalla Deirdre …
Dreaming of Willow Trees: Through a Child’s Eyes (CV)
As a child, I used to play beneath the willow tree near the water’s edge at my grandparents’ house. My grandmother died when I was 4 years old. My whole world changed after that. But …
Destination: Dream (CV)
Most of the time we go to sleep with no planned destination. That’s fun. But I like to plan my route when possible. Or at least, I try to guide myself through the dreamscape …
Crescent Moon Pose: A journey into the night sky (CV)
Crescent Moon Pose A dream poem by Tzivia Between my bones, Planets sing their melodies. Every vein—a Milky Way. And in my rib cage, Creation rises, inhaling The secrets wrapped in every star. A crescent …
Follow the Dream … Find Art, Poetry, Pride and Humilty (CV)
Friday afternoon I was browsing in the gift shop of the Morgan Library in New York City when postcard caught my eye. It was a picture of a tree with nesting birds in its branches. …