Dare to Dream

Hello friends. I am enjoying a much needed Fall break. Now in a state of reflection, and a bit early for Mercury Retrograde, but re-evaluation. I stumbled upon this series of videos by this film company, Anthony Chen productions, and at first watching some amazing NDE stories. The first one I saw was with Jeff Olsen, and it was truly inspirational. One lead to another which put all Chen’s videos in my feed.  I have felt an uneasiness of late and consider it could be hormonal? However, I am intuitive and I do not like to dismiss my feelings and instincts. So I reflect, I try and reflect without self-judgment but also with self-responsibility and ownership. I do believe my world, my life, and my feelings, are all what I make them. Therefore if I feel uneasy, why?

In my reflection I think, “So, what now? What is the next step toward happiness, life purpose, and expansion?” I feel like I have slipped into the mundane while dealing with realistic, everyday existence. Not okay, and not enough. I wish to be able to function optimally whilst performing a human daily existence. I should be performing from a higher perspective.

This morning I was exploring grad schools and exploring degrees in my old passions, The Arts, and theater. At the same time this video “Dare to Dream“, with Marc Allen, started playing as it lead from another video, as I was reading up on degrees in Children’s Theater, I didn’t even see the title. Marc wrote and discusses his theory The Core Belief Process, from his book “The Greatest Secret of All,” which is as simple as 8 questions (excerpted from his blog):

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This activity can help you deal with any difficult situation or problem in your life. All it requires is answering these questions as honestly as you can, either in your head or on paper:

  1. What is the problem? Just describe the situation, for a minute or two.
  2. What emotions are you feeling? Just name them, in a word or two. Is there fear, frustration, anger, guilt, sadness? Sometimes just the act of naming the emotions will be enough for you to let at least some of them go. At other times, you have to go through all the steps of the process before your emotions shift.
  3. What physical sensations are you feeling? Take a minute to tune in to your body. Briefly describe what you feel happening physically.
  4. What are you thinking about? Take a few minutes and say out loud or write down what has been going through your mind. Is there a repetitive stream of thoughts you’ve been having lately? What are those recurrent thoughts?
  5. What is the worst thing that could happen in this situation? What is the worst-case scenario that you can imagine? If that happened, what would be the very worst thing that could happen to you? It is good to shed some light on your deepest fears, because you come to realize that the chances of those deep fears actually being realized are very slim indeed.
  6. What is the best thing that could happen? What would you like to have happen ideally? What is your ideal scene for this area of your life?
  7. What fear or limiting belief is keeping you from creating what you want? Now we’re getting to the core of the problem: What fear or limiting belief can you identify? State it as simply as you can — the simpler, the better. I’m a fool with money… I don’t have what it takes…. It’s so hard to succeed…. It’s all so stressful and unhealthy….
  8. What affirmation can you come up with that counteracts that negative or limiting belief? Put it in directly opposite words, if you can. Play with it until you find an affirmation that feels good to you and speaks to you in your own unique way. I am sensible and in control of my finances…. I am creating total financial success…. I am now creating abundance in my life…. I am living the life of my dreams, in an easy and relaxed manner, in a healthy and positive way.
  9. Say or write your affirmation repeatedly over the next days, weeks, and months. Write it down and put it in places where you see it often. Repeat it—or repeat them, if you have several—in the mornings and throughout the day whenever you remember, especially when doubts and fears arise, as they almost surely will. When you repeat it enough, it will become more powerful than your doubts and fears.

When you go through this simple process, startling changes can start to happen almost immediately. You don’t have to believe the process works as long as you see it working in your life, in an easy and relaxed manner, in a healthy and positive way.

Source

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I am unsure about grad school, or even which degree to pursue if any, but I want to have a limitless scope of dreams.

 

Addendum: I had actually intentionally went to check out the video “Dare to Dream,” as it had been playing as I slept the night before and I wanted to know what had gone into my subconscious. Therefore the material already had an expansive influence on my morning attitude. I did not tell the story wrong on purpose. lol

Twas the Night Before Yuletide

Happy Holidays friends: Winter Solstice, Yule, Christmas, and New Years. I taught my students about Yule and we learned all about Krampus, (I had no idea) the demon who takes naughty children to the underworld. My dear friend, and amazing photographer, Dagmar shared the Yule poem below. I had never heard this, I only know the American one. This is so much better. Peace & Love to you all.

 

TWAS THE NIGHT BEFORE YULETIDE

Twas the night before Yuletide and all through the glen

Not a creature was stirring, not a fox, not a hen.

A mantle of snow shone brightly that night

As it lay on the ground, reflecting moonlight.

The faeries were nestled all snug in their trees,

Unmindful of flurries and a chilly north breeze.

The elves and the gnomes were down in their burrows,

Sleeping like babes in their soft earthen furrows.

When low! The earth moved with a thunderous quake,

Causing chairs to fall over and dishes to break.

The Little Folk scrambled to get on their feet

Then raced to the river where they usually meet.

“What happened?” they wondered, they questioned, they probed,

As they shivered in night clothes, some bare-armed, some robed.

“What caused the earth’s shudder? What caused her to shiver?”

They all spoke at once as they stood by the river.

Then what to their wondering eyes should appear

But a shining gold light in the shape of a sphere.

It blinked and it twinkled, it winked like an eye,

Then it flew straight up and was lost in the sky.

Before they could murmur, before they could bustle,

There emerged from the crowd, with a swish and a rustle,

A stately old crone with her hand on a cane,

Resplendent in green with a flowing white mane.

As she passed by them the old crone’s perfume,

Smelling of meadows and flowers abloom,

Made each of the fey folk think of the spring

When the earth wakes from slumber and the birds start to sing.

“My name is Gaia,” the old crone proclaimed

in a voice that at once was both wild and tamed,

“I’ve come to remind you, for you seem to forget,

that Yule is the time of re-birth, and yet…”

“I see no hearth fires, hear no music, no bells,

The air isn’t filled with rich fragrant smells

Of baking and roasting, and simmering stews,

Of cider that’s mulled or other hot brews.”

“There aren’t any children at play in the snow,

Or houses lit up by candles’ glow.

Have you forgotten, my children, the fun

Of celebrating the rebirth of the sun?”

She looked at the fey folk, her eyes going round,

As they shuffled their feet and stared at the ground.

Then she smiled the smile that brings light to the day,

“Come, my children,” she said, “Let’s play.”

They gathered the mistletoe, gathered the holly,

Threw off the drab and drew on the jolly.

They lit a big bonfire, and they danced and they sang.

They brought out the bells and clapped when they rang.

They strung lights on the trees, and bows, oh so merry,

In colors of cranberry, bayberry, cherry.

They built giant snowmen and adorned them with hats,

Then surrounded them with snow birds, and snow cats and bats.

Then just before dawn, at the end of their fest,

Before they went homeward to seek out their rest,

The fey folk they gathered ‘round their favorite oak tree

And welcomed the sun ‘neath the tree’s finery.

They were just reaching home when it suddenly came,

The gold light returned like an arrow-shot flame.

It lit on the tree top where they could see from afar

The golden-like sphere turned into a star.

The old crone just smiled at the beautiful sight,

“Happy Yuletide, my children,” she whispered. “Good night.”

 

Poem author C.C. Williford

Art

Clare Bertram

Drying Wings

I have been wanting to post but things have been crazy. Many of you are with me on Facebook so you have seen the Graduation, pics & post. For those of you who are not on FB with me I will tell you all about it. I was sick with a horrible cold for a week, my boyfriend was in the hospital (all well, no worries) and graduation was two weeks away. I got better and the following week I cleaned by badly neglected house, for my coming guest. I have never been so sore from all that cleaning, but it was so healthy. My friend, Queen Suzi, came to visit from Los Angeles and we had a great time. Graduation was everything I wanted it to be and more. It was a glorious occasion, aside from the headache I had all day, and I really had to pee. Nonetheless I stayed jubilant in the moment. My friends were awesome and gave me a great party, with music and pork ribs. They gave me cards, and gift card, and money! Friends sent cards and gifts of love from afar. A good friends sent me book from across the sea, full of poetic magic.  My boyfriend’s sister made me the most divine chocolate cupcakes imaginable. It was pretty cool beans, (if you know what I mean?) This was Friday, 11 May. Video, I am at 51:40 I think?

The following week I volunteered again at the ASU English department sponsored literacy event, Dia De Los Libros, with 450 local students. I had the opportunity to see my favorite professor, who write me an amazing referral letter, and it was fun, that was Monday. On that Wednesday I became a state certified teacher with all of my schoolmates at The Arizona State Department of Education. Then it was official. My ASU page say Degree Completed. I graduated with honors which I had worked for and I am proud of myself. I find educational accomplishment empowering. I feel confident that I am prepared for my profession.

Then the job hunt started, the first application took me two days, lol however it got easier from there. I am now preparing to interview, fun stuff. I am also thinking of teaching a couple of workshops in the near future. So yes, I have emerged from the chrysalis, and my wings are drying in the sun.

Today is Blue Butterflies & Me, 6 year Blogiversary!

And om birthday.

❤ Happy Birthday Girl ❤

Artist

Lucy Arnold

Ready for Takeoff

Hello friends happy April. What a start to the month with Easter & April Fool’s Day on the same Sunday, additionally my mother’s anniversary. That Full Moon was painful, that and Mercury Retrograde, what hasn’t broken would be the question. I had plumbing issues in my bathroom and computer issues, and a lot of stress. Whah whah right? Cry myself a river. A minor meltdown last Wednesday. Teaching is so much harder than learning to teach but it is a fun job. I am a mere month away from graduating college. It has finally arrived, all State Exams are passed, Letters of Reference are in for my job applications, robes are ordered, guest are confirmed . . . Just one last observation from my ASU supervisor.

Teaching Shakespeare is more fun than I would have imagined. It is probably because my mentor teacher knows the play so well, A Midsummer Night’s Dream. I had seen it performed but it is so much more fun when you actually know what is going on. And just funny having kids read Shakespeare.

So my lovely friends I most likely will not get back here to post until after all this is done. I get my state certification on May 16, which will make me an official teacher. I want to thank you all so much for supporting me in my journey, even since I have not been a great blog friend since attending university. Please keep me in your prayers, or Hold me in the Light.

Thanks to my friend HollyRose Gosselin for sharing this image on Facebook. I was waiting for the right image to write this post.

Reconnected

Despacito

Hip hip hooray, sister saves the day. Twenty days without a phone, it was weird. We are all so used to the security that we feel connected by the device. I think I took it in stride. Fortunately for me my sister had just moved up a generation on her phone from our ancient iPhone 4’s to a 5, so she gave me her old phone, thank the stars, just in time. I have a research paper to write among other things, and not being able to work at home is tough. Student teaching is all set, so yeah.

Happy Thanksgiving to all my American friends, and those across the pond and beyond, I will be giving thanks for your friendships as well. ❤

New papers up at academia.asu.edu

Architect Of Dreams

Remember Field of Dreams, (1989) with Kevin Costner? “Build it, and they will come.” the line echoed by James Earl Ray. I believe this about life, I really do. I read a small book from the early 1900’s and I do not recall the author, or the title, but he spoke of working with the grey matter, the materia prima, although he did not use the Latin term, he called it grey matter. He said if necessary, “To deny the obvious.” Deny the obvious if it is not the reality you wish to manifest. I am a natural at denial, I live by the river de nile. For some years now I have held a focus for the world and my dream, if I watched the news, which I do not, it might appear that my denial was not working, but I still believe it is. Build it and they will come.

This has held true in my creation of my garden. You know how I go on about, “I do believe in fairies! I do. I do!” well I do, and with the assistance of my co-creator boyfriend we have brought a fairy paradise to life.  A huge branch fell from the tree several months ago, and when that branch fell, I fell in love with its aesthetic of a magical wood. So I kept it and started to imagine and visual it as a place that fairies would build their houses and live. Well if you are my friend and come to my graduation next year you can see it. I hope it retains its magic in the blazing summer heat but every other season it is enchanting. Build it and it, and they will come!

To a Mouse

(1785)

Robert Burns

 Little, crafty, cowering, timid little beast,
Oh, what a panic is in your little breast!
You need not start away so hasty
With argumentative chatter!
I would be loath to run and chase you,
With murdering plough.

I’m truly sorry man’s dominion
Has broken Nature’s social union,
And justifies that ill opinion
Which makes you startle
At me, your poor, earth born companion
And fellow mortal!

I doubt not, sometimes, that you may steal;
What then? Poor little beast, you must live!
An odd ear in twenty-four sheaves
Is a small request;
I will get a blessing with what is left,
And never miss it.

Your small house, too, in ruin!
Its feeble walls the winds are scattering!
And nothing now, to build a new one,
Of coarse green foliage!
And bleak December’s winds coming,
Both bitter and piercing!

You saw the fields laid bare and wasted,
And weary winter coming fast,
And cozy here, beneath the blast,
You thought to dwell,
Till crash! the cruel plough passed
Out through your cell.

That small heap of leaves and stubble,
Has cost you many a weary nibble!
Now you are turned out, for all your trouble,
Without house or holding,
To endure the winter’s sleety dribble,
And hoar-frost cold.

But little Mouse, you are not alone,
In proving foresight may be vain:
The best laid schemes of mice and men
Go often askew,
And leave us nothing but grief and pain,
For promised joy!

Still you are blessed, compared with me!
The present only touches you:
But oh! I backward cast my eye,
On prospects dreary!
And forward, though I cannot see,
I guess and fear!

 That is the translation from Wiki

Follow link for original Scottish

Choose A Dream

“You choose a dream, or some other fantasy- image, and concentrate on it by simply catching hold of it and looking at it. You can also use a bad mood as a starting point, and then try to find out what sort of fantasy-image it will produce, or what image expresses this mood. You then fix this image in the mind by concentrating your attention. Usually it will alter, as the mere fact of contemplating it animates it. The alterations must be carefully noted down all the time, for they reflect the psychic process in the unconscious background, which appear in the form of images consisting of conscious memory material. In this way conscious and unconscious are united, just as a waterfall connects above and below.”

C. G. Jung. CW 14