Of Destiny and Dreams is a collection of rogue thoughts, impressions and expressions caught running rampart through an other wise sane brain.

They were collected, categorized, organized and scribbled on pieces of paper in an attempt to quite the mind so as to free it for more productive thought.

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Scrapes of paper gave way to reams of paper and ultimately spawn:

Of: Destiny and Dreams

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Here are a few of those ramblings

We live in a world of realities
And dream upon a world of fantasies
When reality is too much or mean
We escape into a world we dream

In reality we know of right and wrong
In fantasies we are right and never wrong
When reality and fantasies collide
Dreams come true and into them we slide

We float on high, basking in dreams
Until the voice of reason screams
Amazed by the bliss we whisper WOW
While the voice of reason yells "What Now?"

Reality knows of joy and pain too
Fantasies cause no pain from what we do
When at last we see the light
We must slip into the night

There we dream of rainbows' end
Our hearts sent there to mend
The voice of reason gave us the clue
Fantasies aren't supposed to come true

If there is such a thing as reincarnation then
she must have done something pretty awful to
be born into this body. For an extended
period of time she was totally incapacitated
and when she finally moved it was only at a
crawl. Children would strike out at her and
people turned away repulsed. Mere survival
was a challenge. She longed to be free, free as
the birds of the air - she wanted to dance.

Others similar to her accepted what they
were and found happiness, but it seemed she
was cursed with a dream of dance. She could
not, she would not, let go of her dream! So she
struggled on, and on, until one day she could
do no more.

She was tired. She was so very tired. So she
drew up into herself. Wrapped in a shell of
her own making she closed out the world
around her and drifted into a deep sleep. For
days she slept, for weeks she slept and then
slowly she started to awaken.

Pushing against the walls of her self-imposed
prison, she fought, finding strength in the
dream of dance that had always sustained
her before, she fought.

Finally she emerged, struggling on limbs not
use to movement she fought, until, suddenly
she was free - free to fly with the birds - free
to dance the way she had always dreamt she would.

People no longer turned away but stared with
eyes full of appreciation and wonder,
children reached out to her. On and on she
danced. Among the flower she danced tasting
the sweet nectar of life. With out stretch wings
of burnt orange and black she danced and
people called her a Monarch.

We are Star People You and I
Travelers from beyond the sky

For one another we have always cared
So many an earth walk we have all shared
Some of these lives spent tightly intertwined
Other times some of us were hard to find

We are Travelers You and I
Best of friends from beyond the sky

All of us always plan our paths to cross
So none of us ever feel at a loss
Finding each other we have made our quest
What we do after this becomes the test

We are Best of Friends You and I
Kindred souls from beyond the sky

Lost in transition our memory goes
Within subconscious it freely flows
Knowledge of the stars we hold deep and dear
Unconventional thought we're taught to fear

We are Kindred Souls You and I
Relatives from beyond the sky

Remembrance rides on a river deep
True to ourselves in this life we must keep
It is clear when we strive to remember
And to ancient Knowing we surrender

We are Relatives You and I
Star People form beyond the sky

Many a relationship we plan to make
At times we find some of these hard to take
Hard to understand or not, in the end
It really is good to see you Old Friend

We are Star People You and I
Travelers from beyond the sky

It has been said:
'What is to be, will be.'
So it follows:
'What is not to be, will not be.'

If this the truth be:
I already know what's right for me.

I supposed:
A path I had missed.
When in fact:
It did not exist.

A parched Mother Earth looked to the sky for relief.
Thunder rumbled in the distance answering her pray.

Selfishly I wished the storm to pass.
Angry winds and lightening responded to my request.

The storm brewing outside was a real threat. Fearing for the safety of my computer I quickly closed out of programs and started shutting her down, effectively cutting myself off from a blissful evening of surfing the net, E-mail and chat rooms.

I had discovered a whole new, wondrous, world inside that computer. Everything you could want to know was there, I had made numerous new friends, visited far away places, been educated and entertained.

Outside the darken sky acted like a backdrop for a spectacular light show. The thunder pounded while lightening flashed and danced. Inside I stared at a black screen wishing to view the storm on live Doppler radar and satellite imaging.

Mother Earth drank deeply,
giving thanks for the life giving liquid.
Appreciatively a gentle rain promising it would last
until her thirst was quenched.

I scoffed at the storm that blocked my path to cyberspace.
Fed up with my general disrespect;
a bolt of lighting ended my computers' life.

I suffered through the standard rules of grief that night and woke with a sick, lonely feeling gripping my heart. My family was sympathetic, but they didn't understand, not really. I longed to talk with my new friends, but I couldn't visit them - they had no home address that I knew of. I couldn't call them because they had no phone number that I knew of. They didn't even have names, voices or faces that I would recognize. A strange place this cyberspace. I tried to cheer myself with thoughts of bigger and faster but I didn't have any books or magazines to ponder over - who needs it when all you could possible want to know is on the net. I felt lost, that storm had done more damage than I had realized.

Mother Earth rejoiced! Her air was sweet and fresh.
The Universe smiled upon her child.

Gloom surrounded me, I was lost and alone.
The Universe opened her heart and let me enter.

I felt instantly refreshed as I stepped outside into the open air, inhaling deeply I savored the feeling. Along with my husband and two sons I was going on a walk-about to seek out and repair any damage last nights storm had brought. Finding only a few small limbs in the yard we headed for the bridge across the creek. That's when I saw the bird nest for the first time, it was empty now. My sons had told me about it when they first saw it under construction and they could hardly contain their excitement when they found the three small, blue eggs. They had kept me posted; told me when the eggs hatched, watched as the parents fed their young, and witness the young bird's first flight. I had always been too busy to enjoy it with them and now they had all left the nest - I was to late.

With down cast eyes I walked alone riding a roller coaster of emotions. I had been rushing through life doing only what had to be done, spending every second I could on the net. Always I felt the pressure. If I wasn't on the web I was hurrying to get there. Yet none of my cyber friends, none of the information I had gained, no sight or sound held a fonder memory than the one that my sons now had of their encounter at the nest by the bridge.

Her energy replenished Mother Earth shared her strength.
The sky turned a deep blue and puffy white clouds
floated on a soft breeze
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Riddled with guilt and remorse for the time lost
I began to sink.
The Universe, refusing to let go, sent a messenger.

Darting here and there a hummingbird caught my eye. Hovering not more than three feet from my face, wings going a mile a minute, he decided to land on a limb; content to sit motionless and return my gaze. I stood spellbound; never before had I seen a hummingbird sitting so still in such a contemplative way. As I studied him a feeling of lightness came over me. My anxieties melted away to be replaced by an immense sense of freedom. Gone was the need to be somewhere else, to be doing something else, no longer did a silicon chip cry out to me.

My husband waited for me to catch up and suggested that we shop for a new computer after lunch. I interrupted him to point out a small waterfall still flowing from last nights' rain. The computer could wait. Even good things can become obsessions and obsessions, in any form, can and will destroy our ability to think and to see clearly that which is real.

Up ahead I could hear our boys laughing as they ran through the woods. I really did have more important things to do.

I had feared the lightening.
Mother Earth had welcomed it.

She knew what I now know,
Sometimes it takes a storm.