Heart to Dream

 I don't know about you but when I dream I see, smell, taste and feel as if it actually took place. Last night was no different although by the end of it I recognized a common theme had strung throughout the dream. While traveling through what seemed like a movie set of Harry Potter combined with Gone with the Wind. I know I know but it was a dream and dreams always make sense, right?  Anyways; I moved from one place to another in all forms of transportation. I vividly recall boarding a train that said 'Heart Lines' on the side of the boxcar with this huge beautifully hand carved wooden heart on it with scroll work around the name. Then I saw that the tickets had hearts on them. After leaving the train I met up with some friends. Friends I haven't seen in years and years; way too many years. It was all so real, although the timeframe was more like the late twenties or early thirties and it took place in England ~ a place I've never been, but I sure was last night. My friends and I went shopping, strollng through some beautiful little shops. We passed some trees and without any mention of it I noticed a heart carved in one of the trunks. That was when I first noticed my friends locket hanging around her neck.

I still hadn't made the connection of the heart theme but it was becoming  more evident to me that I was seeing several of them, one right after another. I next noticed them subtly hidden in the brown and gold uphostered tapestry hanging against the wall, in the jewelry cases where one would expect to see them, in clothing hanging on racks, on book covers. Hearts had even been woven within the linen tableclothes.

We stopped for tea and when it was served the waitress set a beautiful antique floral teapot before us ~ with a heart hidden in the flowers and then she set down a plate of complimentary cookies. Hearts!  

I made no mention of this to my friends but by now I had recognized a definate theme being made very apparent to me. Just as I was about to share my discovery with them ~ I woke up!  It was a beautiful dream but still somewhat mysterious!

Dreams

Sometimes I Dream:

I'm a writer;

 I'm the one with the spell binding words

    that keeps others flipping through pages. 

I'm an artist;

 putting colors and textures from pallette

 to canvas - filling voids on naked walls.

I'm a chef;

combining ingredients to perfection -

not by measure but by knowing,

 knowing it needs a bit of this or that.

I'm a farmer;

small animals gather at my feet.

Chickens follow me as I gather their eggs. 

 Dogs, horses, goats and kittens - come by name.

I'm a traveler;

no destination, no time limits - 

just travel.

I dream of family and friends;

coming and going -

laughing and crying;

tears of joy only

would be nice 

because it's my dream.

Wine: The Nectar of the Gods

I did this 'WINE' scrapbook page a couple of years ago and seeing it again inspired some thoughts.

I have to admit, my husband is not a God ~ but he does like his wine! But who doesn't like wine? I just prefer mine a little sweeter than what he prefers his.  I know, it has something to do with that huge sweet tooth I've inherited from my father. 

As I was looking at the snow surrounding the arbor we built last summer, I was daydreaming (actually hoping) that the grapes we planted last year will survive our winter and crawl up and over the arbor within a few years, producing an abundance of fruit.

The leaves canopying the arbor like a little sanctuary, providing privacy from the outside world. Long white sheer panels swagged to the side lofting gently in the breeze, a bench, flowers, candles and wine glasses toasting last years harvest, while setting there gazing at those Concord grapes, hanging in mass, ripening for the present season.  My bottles are ready and waiting. Mmm ...  the scene, the scents, the ambiance.

Sigh...Ok, I'm back now.