Buying myself some time before I write out the Boston posts from my most recent visit, this blog entry is an exercise in vamping before the reveal, not that there is anything to be revealed other than some anniversary planning, and the dream that is Boston when spring finally arrives.
I’m lost in a world of make-believe dreams
But make-believe dreams won’t do
My heart is crying for a love that’s real
Like the love that I feel for you
I try to believe in make-believe dreams
But, make-believe dreams can’t be
Just like a clown, I’m laughing through all my tears
And hoping nobody laughs at me
Spring has been dream-like so far, and I’ve been maintaining a relatively calm baseline thanks to daily meditations and an intention to deliberately be mindful. During this period of Mercury in retrograde, I’m trying to act like the stone on the bottom of the river bed: being still and chill with the rushing of water and plants and fish all around me.
I count a million sheep, but can’t go to sleep
My mind is in a trance
Thinking, does it pay to keep a dream that makes me weep
When maybe there’s half a chance that you are
That sounds simple but it’s not. I’ve been trying to be the river bed stone for a number of years, and it feels like I’m just stepping into the water. Bothered by its hurry and messiness, scared of what might be churning beneath its surface, and unable to simply give myself over to being part of its cycle, I still find it challenging to let go – of so many things. But the important thing is just to keep trying, keep stepping into the water, keep letting myself sink down into the perfect state of imperfection.