and its fade into the ether....
Last night I decided to go to the Italian restaurant that I
used to frequent with a gentleman from my past. I was going to go alone, but
then decided on the spur, etc., to call my friendly neighbourhood neighbour,
because she's always up for a dinner out.
We went, and I ate a grand, big, lovely meal, and had a
little wine too, enjoying it all immensely.
When I got home, I did some home stuff, and then went to bed
very satisfied, drifting off into the land of nod, and only waking when the sun
nudged me from a rather grand, big, lovely dream I was having about the
gentleman from my past. I guess memories
got nudged at our Italian eatery, and there we were, in the dream, he with his
arms around me, myself crushing my face into his chest and saying, "You
know, I will love you all my life". Then we looked at each other and broke
the embrace. I thought it was a lovely
respite from all the other daily crap, even if it was just a moment in the
larger scheme, and even if there were some things that were not so grand and
lovely when we were together, and even if I was reminded of the negativity when
I went for my swim later in the morning and a woman there was complaining about
everything, as I thought he often did.
Still, I stubbornly kept the grand, big, and lovely parts,
letting the dream drift away only after putting it in my mental file of
"good stuff", for later access, if necessary.
Ya gotta - accen-choo-ate the positive....right?
I'm thinking deeply here, about dreams and all that jazz |
And I continue on, in my efforts to bring things positive
into the world, with my plans for a concert about a year from now, - with some
well-known and fabulous vocalists performing songs I have written, and the
whole show a benefit for a worthy women's group. A long process....but fun.
Another grand, big, lovely dream that I hope to make actually
happen, depending on many factors. You will read more in the near future....
Music hath charms, as someone once said.
Hmmmm....will it happen, or fall to the ground? |