one.shake..two,break. three meets four.

I wonder what animals feel.

I’m on a coffee high.
Listening to the Avalanches.
Dancing in my seat.
..At work.
The back garage door is open.
The front door is open.
Hopefully there is not another chemical explosion today.
I’m dressed for the beach.
But I’m not going to the beach.
My freedom and flexibility at work is incredible.
I’m thankful for that.

I had a weird dream..or no…a weird thing happened while I was dreaming..about a week ago or so. I still think about it. I can still feel it.

I think I was in the “in-between” conscious/subconscious. I remember catching a glimpse of my curtains—seeing the orange and purple—and I had this insane insane INSANE feeling that I had no future and I had no past. I was in the nothing. It felt hopeless. But it was nothing, so what is scary about nothing? Wasn’t everything  “created” from nothing.

I like to give this visual when I think of the world being created. Remember when you had to create those things in a shoebox in grade school..I forget what they are called. But I imagine a shoe box, painted black (or covered with black construction paper) on the inside with tiny white dots painted all over to represent the stars in the galaxy. I then see foam balls of all sizes and colors hanging on fishing wire inside the box (turned on its side) to represent the planets in this solar system. Got the visual? Ok. So remove the foam balls (aka planets) and the string they were hanging on and you have the inside of the box-black (universe). That is what I think of before we were created. Before earth was created. Nothing. How does something come from nothing?

I then image when that is all said and done, you fold that black up like it was a backdrop and then there was white. How can nothing exist?

when a cry becomes an opportunity.

(That’s what’s up!)