Sunday, June 8, 1997 -- More Dreams |
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| Maggie is still gone. Come home sweet kitty. Here kitty kitty kitty. |
I had an odd dream last night.
I was working as a consultant in Raleigh, and someone paid me for "work i had done while I went to school there" I actually rememberd having done some in the dream. They gave me a check for 1,066 dollars, surprising me in it's amount (both high and an odd number)Wierd, huh? A friend of mine from Middle & High School once had a dream with 1066 in it, only it was a year. "The battle of Hastings," he said, when he told me he looked it up. I just wonder what my subconscious is telling me with two rememberd dreams after none for so long.
I woke up early, and worked on Mona Lisa. {Yes I'm gonna put this pictures up on the website tonight...they aren't beautiful, but It will be interesting to track my artistic progress. At least to me, anyway.} I drove to meet AceQuick and Vi, and left early. I went into the mall that was there, and puttered around for a few minutes. The Belk's was closed, it was sunday. I'd never heard of a Belk's closed on Sunday. Chic-fil-a, yes, but not Belk's. I got to the Italian Oven about 10 minutes before our visit, and waited for half an hour before leaving. I found out later, that I should have watied another 10 minutes. Oh well, I'm one of those people who's always early. I wish I'd have known they were the type to always be late.
I drove back to Charlotte, and decided to go book shopping. I was looking for something else to read, and The Artist's Way, which I'd heard about on the journals mailing list. It wasn't that I didn't have anything to read, per se. But that I had decided to re-read "Stars in my Pockets Like Grains of Sand" by Samuel R. Delany. It's an excellent book, by a really good sci-fi writer. It's part one of an unfinished dyptich, and has not a sad, but a shattering ending. I've only read it twice, and both times it has made me depressed. Only it's value as something excellent to read lets me read it again. But what impetus made me pick it out of all the books in my collection? I read the beginning chapters of The Artist's Way. I'm definitely going to do this. I don't know about God (it's a spiritual path for Julie Cameron) but my ideas, my creativity comes from an internal source, that somehow reacts to and with the stuff going on around me. That's about as close to her idea of spirituality I can come, but I think it's close enough. I definitely agree that creativity is a basic part of our nature, and that our parents and society often drum it out of us. And despite what she had to say about some people's belief that her Morning Pages and Artist Date are silly, I actually understand them, and like both ideas. I start them tomorrow, on a Monday-Monday schedule.
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