Wanting, expecting "closure" on a dream. Kinda silly.

After Christmas this year I had the new experience of releasing ashes (cremation ashes) - it surprised me. It was a private thing and I'm not trying to write about that specifically, I just want to note this part - 

I scooped up small handfuls of what remained and stretched out my arms under the moonlight ... the breeze so very gently lifted the ashes carrying them away and it felt Holy ... it felt like God was "nearer" than usual. 

Because of that experience I thought I wanted to not intentionally hold on to the "ashes" that I have kept in jars in my heart.
This lingering dream might be a like jar of ashes ... an offering to the unforced rhythms of grace.



(notes from July 2010, which was an incredibly stressful time in my life)
The other anxiety dream I had last night was very confusing.
I asked the guys today if they think a King Air can do a loop. One of my guys says that's just a 1.5g maneuver ... I was wondering if they have enough power not structural strength. I have flown loops in a T6. I liked it. I actually loved that plane, but this isn't about that.


The dream started with a low fast track over a country road.

I was left seat and another pilot (the flying pilot at this time) was in the right seat. He was familiar with the plane, but I was first time in - the flight felt like an orientation flight or maybe an interview.

He asked me for a piece of info and I looked overhead where I expected the gauge to be - it wasn't there and he roughly tapped - impatiently tapped- on the glass face indicating where to look. It didn't bother me but I took note - it taught me a little about what to expect the rest of the ride to be like.

I looked outside at the ground and guessed our agl at about 500 feet and we were moving along rather briskly. I thought something like "What is he doing?" It felt odd, but not alarmingly so. Next thing I know he has pulled up into a loop ... totally unexpected by me. I thought in the dream how high can we get before this thing stalls ... I could feel the gs then almost immediately we were on the other side of the loop. I observed that he had positive control and seemed very comfortably with what he was doing. Things seemed weird, but okay. In the next nanosecond I looked outside and saw/felt the ground coming at us fast and I thought; now I die. This is how it feels right before you die.
I scooted towards the other person as close as the seatbelt would allow just like used to do in early flight training when I was unsure and I smiled to myself thinking about how long the distance past that sweet memory had traveled from. I felt calm.
Then he leveled out - about 500 ft agl. I realized that he was measuring the margin he wanted - before - when I was wondering what he was doing.
"Your controls." he said.
Thank you Jesus I thought.
I flew the plane to where we were going - it was a country strip with a charming little restaurant near by.
The props were barely stopped when he jumped out of the plane and I saw him run off towards a restaurant. He was gesturing for me to hurry up and I was thinking - Man, I like to button up the plane before I step away ... should I close it up?
I stared out jogging towards him, but he just sped up and I thought this guy is really fast - too fast for me to catch up with. I saw him leap up the steps to the porch of the restaurant as I lagged behind ... and I thought if this is part of the job I'm going to have to get into better shape!
When I got in I told the hostess to seat me with the guy who had just come in.
She hadn't seated him or seen him and told me she'd walk me through the rooms looking for him.
We couldn't find him. There were a lot of people there - dining - and I thought it amazing that so many people show up out here for lunch... it was like an old farm house set up as a home style restaurant. It was pretty, lovely really, and unexpected. The windows had lovely old lace curtains. I walked over to one of them for a closer look and I saw the pilot out there at a bit of a distance walking along maybe a canal edge ... some sort of rise near the water.
 I felt a little exasperated with him. It seemed like a wild goose chase to me and it seemed like I was clueless as to what and why.

I asked for a table and a pitcher of lemonade. I decided to sit and wait.

That was the end of the dream. I have no clue what it means and doubt that it means anything. I felt confused and almost annoyed during the dream.


This dream was noted 26 July 2010.
That's a long time ago and it's so unusual that it's stayed on my mind, like a back burner puzzle. I'm not really even a person who believes dreams "mean" something. I think dreams are a processing mechanism for something you want to understand, but need a different perspective or more information.

So here we are almost ten years after this dream. I don't think it's about eating alone, or flying a plane, or even the fun of the loop, or the other pilot.
It may have started out as an "interview", in the dream he definitely knew what he was doing. 
I was naive but fortunate in the dream ... the GPS directed the flight to a good place. 

In the dream I decided to sit and wait ... in a good place.
That is how the dream ended.

I think it's about the place, not how I got there or the various people in the dream. Mark Twain observed that life consists mainly of the storm of thoughts that is forever blowing through one's head. Probably that sensibility is more accurate for some of us than it is for others. I have been a little snagged up in trying to figure out the behavior of the other pilot. Kinda silly since I didn't even know him well enough to understand his choices - he was a stranger and chose to distance himself once we landed. 

Maybe the dream will make sense eventually, but I don't usually expect dreams to make sense. 


It's interesting how dreams don't end like stories seem to. 

Fun dream. All good.

That which the dream shows is the shadow of such wisdom as exists in man, even if during his waking state he may know nothing about it.... We do not know it because we are fooling away our time with outward and perishing things, and are asleep in regard to that which is real within ourself.      

Paracelsus

from day ten

Today, after 10 days of self isolation plus dog park walk and drive around, we decided to venture in to the grocery store for some V8 juice of all things. On the way in we were stopped and a store employee “wiped” our shopping 🛒 and instructed us to sanitize our hands. A police man was walking around smiling. I think he had been flirting with the wiper lady before we arrived in need of instruction  for proper social distancing. 

day 26

Larkspurs! We drive by these everyday on our way to the bark park. I couldn't remember their name, but we had them in our Alabama garden and I planted three here last year but they didn't take hold. 

I was fortunate to have already two half flats, one purple the other hot pink, of petunias. I had also already potted three small foxtail ferns and two lavender bushes for a little birdbath installation I have in mind once our irrigation system is completed ... the trenching for that stops right where the birdbath will eventually go. Irrigation guy hasn't been showing up lately. Don't worry for him - this has nothing to do with shelter in place concerned ... I see him out there hand-sawing the tops of the 4x4 posts because he is creating a very refined connection for the roof over our raised beds. Right now - on a non rain day - he is the orangery builder guy. That area is so "torn up" from construction progress right now. I'm super excited about our vision for it. Pictures for sure - later.

So.

Shelter in Place.

Social Distancing.

I've been busier than ever on calls from the kids. FaceTime calls. You know all those memes going around about how much dogs are loving work from home? Shoot, that's nothing compared to how pleasant they are making this time for me. If I had a tail I'd definitely be wagging it.

We are hopefully at least half way through with the shedding of the oaks. The pool deck is filthy with them and there's no remedy until they're done. That's my biggest "deal" right now. I'm impatient to get our roofs blown off and the ground raked once and for all on these tassels and pollen. Last week we collected 21 crammed full with no regard for the full line, I couldn't move them. L handled all that part. The guy across the street came over and told us he would have twenty bags, the limit, too. Yeah. I figure who's counting.

We'll have another full load for them next month - no doubt.

I'm sitting outside, under the porch now, as I type. This is a good place. Both literally and figuratively.

I can't remember if I mentioned it in the previous post or not, but we've been home mostly starting 12 March. Two days from now, on 10  April, that will be a full month. We've been to the local grocery store twice since then and the dog park every weekday that it hasn't rained. That's a slow down even for us.

I'm keeping busy. At first I was playing around making quilt squares. Lately it's been those infernal face masks.

Right this minute I am procrastinating on getting my next big batch started. The basic pattern for these is from  button counter.com (she asked to be mentioned when the pattern info was shared - idk, but for some good reason, it's very nice of her to provide an excellent tutorial for mask makers). Somebody came up with the idea of using pipe cleaners for fitting the nose ... the pleating "jig" is my adaptation and works well for me. Drawing pleat lines on these is beyond my capabilities. Slightly aggravated to think about it. But the pleater. Yes! I iron them in one at a time while they're "on" the form and then I don't need to pin them.  Pinning is not my best thing either. I stuck myself several times while reaching that conclusion, but the worst of it was that the folds looked jank once my pins pierced through all three layers and back. There must be a better way to pin things than I'm aware of.

(I'm smiling now because the porch shears blew all the way over to graze my wrists exactly right when I remembered standing so still on the kitchen table top while momma pinned the hem in to my beautiful little handmade dresses. May come back to that later. All this sewing is stirring up memories of my childhood, and of my momma. She took a lot of well earned pride in her craftsmanship at that Singer.)

I was about done with these having "helped out" with the hospital's request for these as N95 covers which would be changed between patients thus extending the viability of the "real" protection. I'm sending a few to each of my kids and their loves. Almost done there when I texted to ask Three if he still has the two roommates and a girlfriend.  He said yes. Then he said, "It's a really neat coincidence that you asked Mom because my company just put out an all call for makers to make masks for us. And by us he means about fifty people. Seven of them are on his grow team plus his three "people" (one of whom I've loved since they were in second grade together and became buds) ... that's 11 X no less than two each. I should be in there cutting the next batch!

sleeping well - that 2:30 awake was an excursion to the thermostat for more cooling - which worked out well! I'm amazed at how well I sleep now that we're empty nesters.

Hope everyone is well and stays well.