I had worried about you for a little while and alast.

I love foreign art, in fact, I just love art. Not so much music as I love lyrics and to love them you have to be able to understand them, unless the music doesn’t have lyrics……….never mind. I’m a produce of the publik school sistem, which means I barely speak good english. <<<that was a joke, but just barely.

Sorry Ms.Sandra, I know you wanted highbow comments, but I don't know any.

Glad you're back.

Daffodils are nearly done; tulips’ eyes open with the sun to follow the day to its conclusion when they again close their eyes. Lower elevation cherry blossoms float, bruised, at the surface of storm drains while iris thrust their swords from the mealy ground.

Lucid dreaming is not a new concept to me. Perhaps we are both at deep ends and dreaming deep.

As for the leaf, it is in detail which we live and see and find our being, our writing, our song, our craft. Those are our names, all our different names in our different roles, listed in the credits anyhow.

Thanks for returning, and returning the blog.

Ms. Sandra I have come to like and respect the you I know and with that I’ll allow you in on a secret. It’s called [and I have no doubt you've heard of this before] lucid dreaming. I went to a very non-traditional therapist for about three years and she opened my mind up to so many things and lucid dreaming was one of those things and a gift. I won’t go into what it is here because that’ll take the fun out of discovery for you. I don’t practice it much now as I have gone off the deep end and my dreams have followed.

Something I never thought of or even maybe took for granted; in what tense or person do I dream? I have just assumed that I was me and always in the first. You have just made me question that. I used to keep a dream journal and out of habit I always wrote as if I was myself, even when lucid dreaming I think I was myself. You have once again made me question my position in this reality.

Also, I would rather wake as if the credits were rolling then to wake and I have to chase simple details like a leaf in the wind. More you try the further that leaf is blown away.

I’m sorry for always hijacking your blog, it’s the self-centredness that goes along with my mental illness. You can have it back now.

Has spring reached the Pacific Northwest yet?

You have had children in your life so you know that joy and can even recall it strongly enough to where it manifest itself. You have a blessing to count. In reality children never really leave us; even when they are grown. They leave a dimple on our hearts that change our hearts forever. And please don’t think me to graceful with my acceptance of being biologically childless. I have been racked with hurt and confusion as to why I was chosen to not procreate. It has affected how I feel as a male and I used to consider myself a lesser because of inability to produce a mini me. I still question it, but at the end of the day I accept it only because I have no choice.

I wanna thank you once more for your words and striking a cord that makes me think. You are a talented writer and “expressor” of feelings, I am honored and humbled by you. Again, thank you.

I see you’ve made a couple of posts. I’ve got to get ’round to them after I find these two books I’m supposed to have reviewed already for poetry month. Ack. I’m getting senile so soon. ; )

So few words carried me inward and made think about something outside of myself. Thank you.

Thank you very kindly Ms. Sandra, this coming from a writer is more than I could have hoped for. I am by no means a writing and I pile mistakes up higher than Lindsay Lohan, but still I am understood. That is all I wanted from my verse–understanding.

Again, thank you for your kind words. I know I have some things on my blogs that would make one wonder why she goes there, but there she goes.