Imagine
Last night i had another unusual dream.
this one was rather realistic though. In it i was painting, something i have been meaning to do in real life. for hours i painted some work which my mind didn't let me see. i toiled on, moving the brush back and forth across the canvas. a small easel set up with my paints in my hand. somehow i ended up in some sort of a gallery and i took a look at my painting. there in the middle i saw a young girl standing with her back to me. her long brown hair in a ponytail and in her right hand a suitcase and in her left another bag swung over her shoulder. there in front of her a path rose to the horizen, where it split like a fork. one pathway to the right, the other on to the left.
a woman came up behind me as i was studying my piece. she whispered to me, "Which path do you think she took?" i looked at the girl. i looked at both paths, and i thought about what i would do.
i said to her in a definate voice,"Neither. she stayed there for a long time asking the same question: which shall i take? looking down both trying to decide where her life should go. then she looked straight ahead at the open road. there were no paths to contain her, no footprints to follow, no left or right. so that is where she went. her free spirit walked right in the middle of the two, leaving the decision unrendered. she took neither, she made her own path, or at least that's what i would have done..."
she smiled at me and nodded saying, "I think you're right." then she turned to walk away. i stopped her as i said, "Imagine." she turned around and listened. "Imagine if life were like paintings. that every moment could be frozen in time, captured forever as swirles and colors on fabric. imagine if you could dive into any painting and live there, be there, instead of sit on the other side and wish you were. Imagine if like this girl your choices weren't always left or right that you could do so much more. Imagine if you weren't just the painter, but you became apart of the painting."
she woman smiled again and reassured me, "If you talk like that from your heart, and paint like that from your imagination, there is nothing that can hold you back." and she turned once more, this time walking out of the room, leaving me to stare into my painting and wonder what was down each of those road and more importantly what was ahead of that girl now.
it is good to see my little bit of wisdom and my appreciation of art have carried over into my dreams. i think thought that this painting represented the decision i had been pondering and just recently choose neither. both the painter and the young girl in the picture were most definately me and oddly enough i think the woman was me when i get older. not sure what all that would signify but i think it was God's way of telling me i had made a good choice. i need more dreams like that.
the only thing left to do is to go paint.....
this one was rather realistic though. In it i was painting, something i have been meaning to do in real life. for hours i painted some work which my mind didn't let me see. i toiled on, moving the brush back and forth across the canvas. a small easel set up with my paints in my hand. somehow i ended up in some sort of a gallery and i took a look at my painting. there in the middle i saw a young girl standing with her back to me. her long brown hair in a ponytail and in her right hand a suitcase and in her left another bag swung over her shoulder. there in front of her a path rose to the horizen, where it split like a fork. one pathway to the right, the other on to the left.
a woman came up behind me as i was studying my piece. she whispered to me, "Which path do you think she took?" i looked at the girl. i looked at both paths, and i thought about what i would do.
i said to her in a definate voice,"Neither. she stayed there for a long time asking the same question: which shall i take? looking down both trying to decide where her life should go. then she looked straight ahead at the open road. there were no paths to contain her, no footprints to follow, no left or right. so that is where she went. her free spirit walked right in the middle of the two, leaving the decision unrendered. she took neither, she made her own path, or at least that's what i would have done..."
she smiled at me and nodded saying, "I think you're right." then she turned to walk away. i stopped her as i said, "Imagine." she turned around and listened. "Imagine if life were like paintings. that every moment could be frozen in time, captured forever as swirles and colors on fabric. imagine if you could dive into any painting and live there, be there, instead of sit on the other side and wish you were. Imagine if like this girl your choices weren't always left or right that you could do so much more. Imagine if you weren't just the painter, but you became apart of the painting."
she woman smiled again and reassured me, "If you talk like that from your heart, and paint like that from your imagination, there is nothing that can hold you back." and she turned once more, this time walking out of the room, leaving me to stare into my painting and wonder what was down each of those road and more importantly what was ahead of that girl now.
it is good to see my little bit of wisdom and my appreciation of art have carried over into my dreams. i think thought that this painting represented the decision i had been pondering and just recently choose neither. both the painter and the young girl in the picture were most definately me and oddly enough i think the woman was me when i get older. not sure what all that would signify but i think it was God's way of telling me i had made a good choice. i need more dreams like that.
the only thing left to do is to go paint.....