Flowers For August

                                                                Wild Clematis in the Side Yard

                                                           Red Cypress Vine in the Back Yard

                                                        Chrysanthemums in my Kitchen Window

The Basket That Named Itself

A few days ago, we had a super moon, and being August, it was the Corn Moon. I got up in the middle of the night, to view the super moon and moonlight was shining on the basket I just made. What a magical sight. So I had no choice but to dedicate it to the Corn Moon 2014.

A Flying Dream

When I was very young, I used to fly a lot in my dreams. Each time I would start to feel that lifting feeling, I would remember to make sure I reviewed my knowledge and take a few practice runs through the house before venturing outside. It was kind of similar to learning how to ride a bicycle. Balance was essential. I flew to a lot of places, some that were familiar, and some new. No matter what the scenery was, flying always gave me a sense of freedom and exhilaration. Apparently, when you leave your body, your body becomes very still. I remember two incidents where I was jarred back into reality because someone was shaking me. One was my mother, and the other time was my childhood girlfriend who thought I had stopped breathing during a sleep over. As the years went by, and I grew up, those dreams faded and I stopped flying. I missed them and wondered if I would ever experience the feeling again. 

Well, last night, I got my wish. After 50 years, I got to fly again. I found myself in an old monastery like building with cobble stones for flooring. I had on a long robe and could feel the coolness of the stones under my bare feet. As I lifted off the ground, it took me a few moments to realize that I was at least two feet off the floor, and I seemed to be gliding like a ghost. It was very pleasurable, and I then wondered if I could go higher. As I arched my body and spread out my arms, I rose further up in the air, and flew down a number of corridors. It was delightful. I then heard a voice in my head tell me that I could fly around the old house, and also on the outside surrounding grounds, but no further. That was fine with me, so I explored every room and all of the gardens. As I was glancing up at the moon some time later, this naked young man greeted me in the air and invited me to come back to the house where he served me some wonderful food he had cooked, just for this occasion. As I began to eat, I felt my feet touch the ground and he then told me my flight was over. I laughed and told him how grateful I was. When I tried to thank him, he stopped me and said he was only the messenger, not the source. So whoever granted me this flight, thank you! I will always remember it.