Tuesday, February 9, 2010
Feeling Good Today
For a good feeling, and a happy day, check out this page of my friend Soleira's ezine: http://www.wowingourworld.com/i-see-the-world.html and watch ALL the videos.
Saturday, February 6, 2010
Avatar Dreaming
I hope you all will read Robert Moss's blog post about Avatar Blues. I commented on it there, and this is what I said:
Robert! What an excellent discussion of Avatar and dreaming. I'll be linking to this on my own blog.
Nancy, I agree wholeheartedly that the world is sparkling and rich, with no need to feel the grey if we just open our eyes and dream wide awake. I love that.
Wanda - What a wonderful idea, to travel to the Tree of Souls in our own creative endeavours. Wow!
And Irene, I must say that so far not one client has shown up in my office to discuss Avatar blues. One of my colleagues has commented about how many people come to her all upset about the world ending in 2012. I haven't seen any of them either. But I do ask every single client who comes in my door about their dreams, and am unsurprised at how often the dream they report, when they first come in, is exactly the right dream for their need of the moment.
(I have a space on my intake information sheet for recording "the last dream you remember". Some, of course, don't remember any, but that's okay.)
Thank you again, Robert, for this online place of connectivity. So nice to be able to say hello to my dreaming friends here.
Love to all of you,
Alice
Robert! What an excellent discussion of Avatar and dreaming. I'll be linking to this on my own blog.
Nancy, I agree wholeheartedly that the world is sparkling and rich, with no need to feel the grey if we just open our eyes and dream wide awake. I love that.
Wanda - What a wonderful idea, to travel to the Tree of Souls in our own creative endeavours. Wow!
And Irene, I must say that so far not one client has shown up in my office to discuss Avatar blues. One of my colleagues has commented about how many people come to her all upset about the world ending in 2012. I haven't seen any of them either. But I do ask every single client who comes in my door about their dreams, and am unsurprised at how often the dream they report, when they first come in, is exactly the right dream for their need of the moment.
(I have a space on my intake information sheet for recording "the last dream you remember". Some, of course, don't remember any, but that's okay.)
Thank you again, Robert, for this online place of connectivity. So nice to be able to say hello to my dreaming friends here.
Love to all of you,
Alice
Friday, February 5, 2010
Internet Hassles
Tuesday morning, my internet provider, Xplornet, decided it was time to make a final change to integrate those of us whose former provider was Aernet. Where we each used to have a "static" IP address, now we have joined the Xplornet system of "dynamic" IP addresses.
It should have been a simple thing. It was not. Tuesday night and Wednesday afternoon, I spent hours trying to figure out why I could not use my wireless router. In the end it was a few settings and a coincidentally bad ethernet cord. My Xplornet helper was very patient in helping me track these things down.
However, at the same time, somehow my email was messed up. I could receive email, but could only send to those with an NBNET address. I was floored how this could possibly be. Finally, my Xplornet helper had an answer. He said I'd have to call Aliant for help with it, but the Aliant guy was no help at all. I'm happy to say that once I knew what the problem was, I found a solution on my own.
But it got me thinking. I was exhausted and in tears from the exertion and frustration. I caught myself grinding my teeth in my sleep Tuesday night - the first time ever. Every time I woke that night, I reminded myself that I could live without internet. I'd done it before. Somehow I could do it again, if I couldn't figure this out.
I knew I was spending too much time online, reading Facebook and blogs. Other important things were waiting for my attention. Was that all this was about? A reminder that I needed to limit my time on here?
I decided to ask the Osho cards.... I drew "Ice-olation". "We are miserable," it says, "because we are too much in the self.... To be in the self means to be apart, to be separate.... It makes you frozen - you are no longer flowing."
It is really cool that I am able to type out a message here in my kitchen, and people around the world can read it, but connection through the internet is artificial. Real connection is what we need. Oneness and unity is available without wires and satellites. Try reaching out with your heart, instead of just with your internet connection. See what blossoms.
It should have been a simple thing. It was not. Tuesday night and Wednesday afternoon, I spent hours trying to figure out why I could not use my wireless router. In the end it was a few settings and a coincidentally bad ethernet cord. My Xplornet helper was very patient in helping me track these things down.
However, at the same time, somehow my email was messed up. I could receive email, but could only send to those with an NBNET address. I was floored how this could possibly be. Finally, my Xplornet helper had an answer. He said I'd have to call Aliant for help with it, but the Aliant guy was no help at all. I'm happy to say that once I knew what the problem was, I found a solution on my own.
But it got me thinking. I was exhausted and in tears from the exertion and frustration. I caught myself grinding my teeth in my sleep Tuesday night - the first time ever. Every time I woke that night, I reminded myself that I could live without internet. I'd done it before. Somehow I could do it again, if I couldn't figure this out.
I knew I was spending too much time online, reading Facebook and blogs. Other important things were waiting for my attention. Was that all this was about? A reminder that I needed to limit my time on here?
I decided to ask the Osho cards.... I drew "Ice-olation". "We are miserable," it says, "because we are too much in the self.... To be in the self means to be apart, to be separate.... It makes you frozen - you are no longer flowing."
It is really cool that I am able to type out a message here in my kitchen, and people around the world can read it, but connection through the internet is artificial. Real connection is what we need. Oneness and unity is available without wires and satellites. Try reaching out with your heart, instead of just with your internet connection. See what blossoms.
Tuesday, February 2, 2010
Sunday Solace Seminar
On February 21, I'll be one of the guests at this exciting weekend. Anara will be interviewing me about dreams....
The All New
Sunday Solace Seminar
with Anara Kashna & Friends
In Fredericton: New Maryland Centre
February 19th, 20th & 21st!
Join us for 13 Inspirational Interviews
with over 12 Guest Speakers!
FREE Talk on Feb. 19th from 7-8!
If you like that, then join us for the rest of the weekend.
Saturday or Sunday 9-5 for $60
or enjoy both days for only $100!
Seating is limited so don’t wait!
Call Anara to reserve your tickets!
506.204.7689
To see what we are talking about within our FREE
Friday night talk and a list of our Guest Speakers visit: www.sacredlivingcircle.com/sundaysolace.html
Come and experience how it feels to
“Get Juiced Up”!!!
Monday, February 1, 2010
Free Dream Workshop
FREE Dream Workshop Faith and Dreaming Saturday February 20, 9:30 a.m. - 4 p.m. Location: Keswick Ridge United Church Banquet Room Route 616, Keswick Ridge, NB Bring a bag lunch (and snacks to share). Tea and coffee will be provided. Pre-registration required. Limited to 30 participants. Call Alice at 450-1885, or email at alicef@nbnet.nb.ca. Dress comfortably, and in layers, for a relaxing and enjoyable time sharing and learning from your dreams in an interactive group context.
Saturday, January 30, 2010
Tuesday, January 19, 2010
Strange Dream
It was one of those dreams where I was an observer, rather than a key player. The location was Spanish Caribbean. The people were Latino.
The story began in the countryside, just after a wedding. We were riding along the coast. Then there was an armed conflict. People with guns in a small boat. The groom's brother stayed behind to ensure our safety. Perhaps it was only the young couple and myself, the observer, who were there with him.
I don't remember the wedding, but I remember being on the shore later, when people came running, calling for assistance. the groom left, racing toward the dock. The bride and I waited. After a while, he and others returned. His brother, the one who had stayed behind to fight, was dead, found in the water. He was lying in the back of the boat. There was a question of whether he had drowned or been killed.
The wedding atmosphere turned to grief. The next morning, the bride's brother got up. He didn't know anything about this, as he must have passed out or something from partying. I was the one to tell him. Everyone else was in shock. But he had to leave. His flight was booked. He apologized to the bride, his sister. She'd told him that they'd be leaving after the wedding, so there was no reason to stay, and now he couldn't stay. He left with several people to begin his journey. The bride and I watched from the stone balcony. She felt very alone and very sad.
The story began in the countryside, just after a wedding. We were riding along the coast. Then there was an armed conflict. People with guns in a small boat. The groom's brother stayed behind to ensure our safety. Perhaps it was only the young couple and myself, the observer, who were there with him.
I don't remember the wedding, but I remember being on the shore later, when people came running, calling for assistance. the groom left, racing toward the dock. The bride and I waited. After a while, he and others returned. His brother, the one who had stayed behind to fight, was dead, found in the water. He was lying in the back of the boat. There was a question of whether he had drowned or been killed.
The wedding atmosphere turned to grief. The next morning, the bride's brother got up. He didn't know anything about this, as he must have passed out or something from partying. I was the one to tell him. Everyone else was in shock. But he had to leave. His flight was booked. He apologized to the bride, his sister. She'd told him that they'd be leaving after the wedding, so there was no reason to stay, and now he couldn't stay. He left with several people to begin his journey. The bride and I watched from the stone balcony. She felt very alone and very sad.
(I wonder if I and the bride were really one person, if I was the part that still functioned when she was in shock. I can still feel and see all this even hours later. I'm not sure what to make of it. Any thoughts anyone? Thanks.)
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