I Send My Dream To You

The word you send today 
From somewhere far away
Cut in deep to the bone
Though I am not with you now
I feel you close somehow 
Too many days, so far from home
And I send my dream to you 
And I will go on
As long as I have your love

I see your candle burn
You wait for my return 
I feel your shadow in the night 
The question still remains, oh love its still the same 
Oh I'll get by
Don't you know I'll be alright
As long as I have your love

Meet You in Your Sleeping

Woke this afternoon to the sounds of Paul Mc Cartney singing 'Golden Slumbers/Carry that Weight'

From time to time I wake, with songs threaded through my waking. 

It never ceases to amaze me which pieces of music accompany my waking.  At times the pieces are rather whimsical, at times downright annoying making me curse the circuits and chips that hang onto songs I don't even like. 

The one that chased me into day today was 'Golden Slumbers.'   Significant for both me and Mr Nicimos. 

I was up late enough the night before.  I've been busy, cocooning myself. Taking care of myself.  Wrapping myself in sleep and soul restorative sleep. It's a preferable alternative to going to a place where the pillows are as comfortable and the rooms as safe a sanctuary, but the ramifications are legal. 

Decided to take care into my own capable hands.  And thus I've slept a lot in the last few days.  Yesterday rising at 3pm.  Today at 2pm.  

Not really looking for answers or wisdom in these dreams as much as a giving over to the body and mind, rest for a restless spirit.    And I found that. It was exactly what I needed this week.  There have been challenges of late that have rather tested my sense.   Long story short, I gave myself that which I needed.  

In short, the song playing throughout me very much brought that to mind.  Not in a morbid sense, but one of relief and joy.  The smiles that awaited my waking were mine confident own.  

But more. 

They're also the sure smiles of my lover and best friend.  He who keeps good faith and guard as I sleep, and he walks the daytime streets.  

He reminds me of golden things. Of best and better. Of higher states. 

Likewise I often stand over him of a night. Close and whispering words that lift and encourage into his sleeping ear.  

For him I have those smiles that await his waking.   He's been on my mind a lot lately.   He's close by. 

I feel it.  

I am close by him. 

He feels it. 

This post is a little ode to the love that chases night into day and day into night. 

Absolutely Astral.  Specifically Spectral.  Flesh and blood warm.  Winning. 

Real.  Solid, yet it's love that can walk through walls.  Climb without breathlessness time and tide and distance.   

We sit in the now.  We sit upon each other's beds.  Comb hair, stroke the slumbering other.  

And when we're feeling naughty, we love each other to distraction.   I only have to hear him think on me and my face and cunny scarlet in desire of him.  

Tonight he sleeps and I reach for him. 

Reach to give him the peace of golden slumbering.  Wrap him warm in small soft kissing.  Arms around his all.  

When he wakes, a sense of company to cheer him a little.   But wake not too soon.  I like to watch him sleeping. 

Once there was a way,

To get back homeward. 

Once there was a way

To get back home. 

Sleep, pretty darling, 

Dot not cry 

And I will sing a lullaby. 

Golden slumbers, 

Fill your eyes 

Smiles await you when you rise 

Sleep pretty darling 

Do not cry 

And I will sing a lullaby. 

Once there was a way 

To get back homeward 

Once there was a way 

To get back home 

Sleep, pretty darling 

Do not cry 

And I will sing a lullaby."

~ John Lennon, Paul James Mccartney 

Lyrics © EMI Music Publishing, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC

Romance In The Stone

Schiehallion quartz inside sandstone - "It looks like snow"

I sent you a piece of white quartzite from a Scottish mountain. I knew you would find it beautiful, but I didn’t imagine it would ignite you in such an extraordinary way. I knew nothing of its healing qualities or powers when I sent it. But I do now.

The mountain is called Schiehallion. Its  Gaelic translation is ‘The Fairy Hill of The Caledonians’ – sometimes also called ‘The Magic Mountain’.

Already you have dreamed of this place and some interesting characters, when you slept with the stone under your pillow.

I wanted to share with anyone who is interested - your response to receiving this little piece of magic. It shows to me, that you see the world through the eyes of someone who believes in magic.

That is more special than words can possibly convey xxx

“I was so thrilled by this gift. I can honestly say that the minute I closed my palm around it I could feel YOU but I could feel something so much older than either of us.  But what a clear bright bit of magic it feels like!

It was positively ringing.  I am not kidding.  I held it in my hand and had a vision of the mountain top.  I felt the ages and ages of sun up and sun downs baked right into its very fabric.  Felt the highlands air and saw and felt the elemental spirits or sprites that had been part of its heritage.   How very amazing.   No I'm not kidding.

I felt energy from this that just does not belong to today.  I absolutely felt your energy and your own joy wrapped around it like a layer - but in all honesty, I felt other energy which was shocking but pleasant.  Playful sprites.  Playful fairies.    I am familiar with for really elemental spirits and sprites having encountered some in my life - and this was most definitely that.   This is one of the purest things I've ever touched.  So unsullied and unworried by the last several centuries of man's fuss and bother.  

This stone knew nothing of the ages of war of man.  Not at all.  It existed in sun and rain and shine and snows and heat and cold.  Nothing to whisper over it but the air and BEING.   Incredible.  

I know that sounds kind of crazy but I'm telling you this is what I saw and sensed the moment I closed my hands around it.  And what's cool is I sent to you the video of the exact moment I did that.  

So so so so so so so special!    Aside from it's actual metaphysical properties, it is just the most wonderful gift.

Thank you so much for giving it to me.  

Knowing that you chose it (or it chose you) and that you were up there thinking of me when you took it is just the most touching thing.  That you did this for me is really something.   I shall always think of you to see this stone.

I won't ever forget where it came from and from whom it came from.  This is exactly the kind of gift I love.  It's right up my alley and I know you know that.  

It is a piece of Scotland.  The country where we both share heritage.  How wonderful is that?  But again I say I can't get it out of my mind how that you determined to collect this special thing just for me and then sent it to me.

     Now you'll think I'm crazy but I am going to sleep with my stone tonight.  It'll make me feel just that much closer to you.  It's a very cool memento of this trip that you have taken up Schiehallion.  

I might leave it in my bed for quite some time.  The feel of it is something else.  Did you feel anything off of it at all?  Or would that have been hard to tell because you were entirely surrounded in the atmosphere of such magic?”