Memory Full

What a week and it’s only Tuesday!! My brother surprised me Sunday with a trip to the hardware store to get supplies to build a chicken tractor. Talk about the blind leading the blind. He actually builds things, I’m the one with the idea and the plans. Just because I found detailed instructions for a build doesn’t mean we can’t improvise? It took us more than a second to figure that out. We are building later this week…wish us luck. I need to paint my 2×4’s and it hasn’t stopped raining so I am hoping tomorrow will be drier.

Work has been crazy busy and I’ve started noticing a few things here and there….people’s behavior is changing. The Seasoned Optician was helping a father/daughter team yesterday. I was helping someone on the phone with contacts when I noticed a patient waiting. I could hear the conversation while I was billing insurance for the contacts. I also knew how the patient waiting was going to feel about the conversation. Do you know that she had the balls to butt into that conversation????!!!! I couldn’t believe it and yet I could!!  I helped her…I even pointed out that she had lipstick smeared all over the side of her mouth. (I would want someone to tell me) She talked…blah, blah, blah but all I could see was how she poorly shaved her mustache in addition to the the smeared lipstick. If you are going to shave it….shave it all, not just the part in the middle.

The bigger concern here….I don’t care who you voted for, that’s your business…but when you think you have the right to impose your belief on others….you are wrong!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! It’s like everyone thinks they are the Catholic church these days.

What I believe is different than most but here is the thing….everyday I am meeting more and more people who think for themselves. This isn’t as cut and dry as some would have us believe. If I wanted you to believe what I believe I would spend my time posting what I believe….what I want and hope for every single person on this planet….is to think for themselves and question every single flipping thing that is presented to them!

I’m done…I won’t NOT say anything about what is happening in this world right now. So let’s talk about something else. ..The Girl spotted a bunny in the backyard today which is exciting! It was our first bunny of the year and a wonderful symbol of fertility for the season ahead. I grabbed my camera and took two pictures before the camera told me it could not hold any more images. I spent a good chunk of tonight deleting pictures off of my camera.

I take a lot of pictures of the moon and some of them are pretty good. I couldn’t bring myself to delete those. I was able to delete all of the blurred pictures that I took and meant to delete as I went along but I tend to get distracted.

Dreams…. have your dreams been off the charts lately?

I had a dream that Christie, my old baby sitter (I never had a baby sitter with this name) was in town. She had short spiky blonde hair and was of medium height and thin build. She went upstairs (higher self) and opened a window to air things out. I could see her upstairs but I had sleep paralysis and couldn’t move. She was looking (seeing) into a bowl of water. I was suddenly not paralyzed and ran to her but now she was trapped in that bowl of water.

The next part of the dream had fairies. I could feel them but I could not see them. I sat there like a child, concentrating so hard that my face crinkled and I still couldn’t see them, I could only feel them.

The sky was bright…it had to be a sunrise because of where the shadow fell…There was a man, I don’t know who he was but I could see his shadow with the rising sun.

I was in a house and I was looking through the Girl’s closet. She was talking to me from the other room as an adult but the clothes in the closet were a 5H…not a 5T aka toddler but a 5H and I have no idea what that means. I walked to the window and looked outside. There was wood, almost like bleachers and they were covered in water. Once again I have an uncontrollable urge to put my bare feet in the water. I walked along the top row of bleachers with my feet covered by water when I came to the corner. The water was dark and unfathomable here. I picked up my foot and stretched out my toe when I heard the Boy say “absolutely not! You have no idea where that water goes, it’s deep, dark and dirty….no way mom.”

The dream Sunday night was a bit different but I have seen similar scenes before…I was there with other women. We were around a well but not a traditional well…a modern well for the house. A giant cement square with a pipe going into the house. One of the women had a really cool ring, it looked like a mood ring but it was a crystal ball ring. There was a man, tall, longer hair…decent shoulders. He was complaining about his glands swelling and I asked him “what are you eating?”

I know, I know…that was a lot of drams in a short time. I think they are all relevant, I just don’t know in what way?  I have noticed this….When I have an active dream night…it doesn’t matter what the world throws at me…I do better. I do believe I am getting messages in my dreams. I can’t elaborate more than that…it’s just a feeling…Zia

About dragonflyzia

I am just a woman finally accepting that I was never meant to be in the box. I don't fit into any stereotypes, please don't try and label me, that doesn't work either. I am embracing my uniqueness in ways that are new and challenging to me, so that I may continue to grow and never stop learning.
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