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(photo by Elaine A. Russell)

I often have very vivid dreams. As a kid/ teen/ young adult... I often had premonitions that came to me in my dreams. This came to an abrupt end; when a close friend passed away in a horrible fire...

just as I had dreamed only a few hours previously.

And so... as a result... I tend to have these very vivid dreams...

but they fade from memory almost as soon as I wake up. Gone. Lost.

Last night I actually remembered part of a dream... probably only because I was relaying it to my daughter as soon as I got up. It revolved around talking to this guy about art. I was in this pagoda type building... in a park... talking to someone casually about art and having this as my "calling." For some reason... I had 3 dogs with me *2 of which are dogs that I had in the past who have since passed on*... and my little Sabrina. All of the sudden, there was some chaos in the park. A "gang" of people had come to the area; sporting a cheetah on a leash. They were scooping up several roaming pets and dragging them off to a nearby house... drugging them... and letting them back loose as "sport" for their cheetah to chase and kill. I immediately began frantically searching for my dogs... focusing mainly (ironically?)... on Sabrina... the one pet who is in actuality... still alive. Finding her in the clutches of one of the people trying to drug her ... I smashed into the house... fearlessly punching 2 guys in the face, not even frazzled by the snarling cheetah... and rescuing my puppy.

I woke up in a cold sweat.

Relaying the dream... my daughter remarked that I seemed focused on the scary aspects of the dream... the cheetah... the fear of losing my dog, etc. She instead, seemed interested in the symbolic interpretation of me talking about art as my "calling"... and "punching" any nay-sayers who may be dissuading me...facing imminent failure... or harm... to rescue myself and those I love... for a lifestyle I wanted. I never saw that coming. But I think she is right.

Sometimes, as with the dream... it is all a matter of perspective. So...

Change your view... realize your potential... spread your wings... and FLY...

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Yesterday was pretty awesome. My daughter and I went out and about... and it started with a surprise visit above our driveway from a Red-Tailed Hawk. Apparently, the species is known to "winter" here... although I don't recall seeing one before. This handsome fellow made sure that I saw him... taking large circles just above our house several times... which allowed me to try and get a photo. I no sooner got a couple quick ones... when he decided to take off... but it was an amazing experience.

According to some on-line sources, Red tailed hawks symbolize not only acute focus of one's life purpose (and also being able to see the "big picture")... but also a greater intensity and energy for life.

Afterwards, we went and enjoyed a fabulous meal at The Olympia Cafe... where we devoured such delightful mouthfuls such as: beef gyros with tzatziki sauce, Avgolemono soup, tabouli, hummus and pita bread, falafel, dolmathes, baked eggplant... and turkish coffee for an excellent finish!
Everything was soooo good.

From there... I got my "every Halloween" reading... this time from one of the fine ladies at Abitha's Herbary. It was truly excellent... and I feel so much better about several things now. Call me stupid... but I do believe that some people certainly have this type of gift... and I feel the lady I spoke to is amongst them.

From there... we had just enough time to stop in to Buffalo Exchange for some funky clothes shopping... and then went on home... where the hubby had enjoyed a restful afternoon reading and gaming on-line. Thank goodness for weekends :)

*photos by Elaine A. Russell