The Gratitude Project - Last Entry

I know I should have done this about a week ago ... I have found myself in 'cocoon mode' of late, and am trying hard to climb out of it. Though, on the plus side ... I have pent a lot of time learning my new tarot cards ... it won't be much longer before I can use them without cheat sheets - LOL

So, lets get to it (ten entries):

First:

I am grateful for the fog ... I love it when it is foggy ... the world feels SO much more magical when you are out in the fog.

Second:

I am grateful for the cooking gene. I seem to have inherited the ability to cook from my mother, and I must say, that even when I am not too sure what I am doing, I end up making some pretty delicious dishes. Our Mabon meal had many dishes made from scratch that I had never attempted before (like stuffing and apple crumble for desert ... I also did the turkey all by myself).

Third:

I am grateful for understanding friends. These last few weeks have been pretty tight financially, and I haven't been able to go all the places and visit all the people I had hoped, I am glad that people don't think that I am just ditching them.

Fourth:

I am grateful for a slightly stronger immune system than I had last year. I was getting sick nearly every time I came into contact with the slightest illness. This year I have so far managed to avoid the stomach flu that was going around work, and the head cold that WintersDark brought home to me.

Fifth:

I am grateful for the full moon ... tonight is the full moon, and I intend to be out in it. Hopefully it will still be foggy.

Sixth:

I am grateful that Pagan Pride will be held in a park just two blocks from my apartment. There is nothing to keep me from going this year. I can walk, I have already booked the day off, and I am going to be meeting one of my online friends.

Seventh:

I am grateful that most of my problems in life are only temporary. Things change pretty fast around here, and even when things are their worst, it never seems to last more than a month or so.

Eighth:

I am grateful for my creative muse. Every time I think that I will be stuck going through the motions with my assorted artistic projects, I get this spurt of creative energy. The product this most recent time was my new signature tag:



Ninth:

I am grateful for those occasional moments of tunnel vision that allow me to focus on one thing for a few hours. With so many projects on the go, it often seems that I can never get anything done.

Tenth:

I am grateful that the days are finally starting to grow cooler. It allows me to get outside and exercise a little more without having to deal with the sweltering heat of summer.

--Phae

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--Phae

Witches Weekly - September 25, 2004

Do you believe dreams are ever symbolic?

Sometimes, but not as often as some people think ... sometimes a weird dream is just a weird dream ... dreams can come from something you have been thinking on throughout the day or a movie or TV show you just watched that really spoke to you. I tend to think that people want to believe that every time they close their eyes they are having a prophetic dream - especially once they become involved in Pagan faiths.

How do you interpret dreams? Do you feel some are scenes from past lives? Future premonitions? Hidden thoughts and feelings?

Well, for myself, I have only had a couple of dreams that I thought could have been of past lives, and they were VERY different from regular dreams, they felt like memories. As for symbolism, if a dream strikes me as excessively weird, I might look up some symbols that stuck with me, but usually, my dreams are pretty straight forward, and I accept them for what they are. If it is recurring, then I might give it further weight, but I would have to have it more than twice in one month.

What do you feel was your most symbolic/meaningful dream?

I would have to say that the most symbolic dream I have ever had was one that could have been a memory of being born. I have had it periodically all my life, every time slightly different, but the theme is the same ... walking down a hallway towards a doorway, and having the hallway get smaller and smaller, tighter and tighter until I am almost being crushed ... it is too late to turn back, and I pull myself forward a little further and then find myself in a huge open room where I can breathe easy again.

--Phae