tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38749589.post7225401024542819450..comments2023-11-12T13:16:00.150-03:30Comments on My Fair Isle: It was the Best of Times, It was the Worst of TimesRobynhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06391086267728343589noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38749589.post-19637625672908834232015-04-28T08:49:07.980-02:302015-04-28T08:49:07.980-02:30Awakening the dreamer within the dream….no? Re-re...Awakening the dreamer within the dream….no? Re-reading this post this morning, I am especially struck by the notion that saying "it is taking a long time" doesn't even make sense. Compared to what? And what exactly is taking a long time? Living my life? And yet, I do it (make comparisons, etc.). I suppose it is to be expected given how we live most of the time. Truthfully, however challenging it is, it also is the best thing I have ever done. There's no getting around that!Robynhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06391086267728343589noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38749589.post-46529507332275352062015-04-28T07:41:30.758-02:302015-04-28T07:41:30.758-02:30When I dream I believe the world I'm in. I cry...When I dream I believe the world I'm in. I cry at losses and my heart races in fear when the monsters arrive.I believe what I see and hear and feel. I awaken and am relieved. It is just a dream. I walk out into the world. I believe what I see and hear and feel. Why? <br />I go back to my cushion and label my thoughts. <br />Love to you on this journey. Jan Morrisonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12727266796590751202noreply@blogger.com