golden vacation

gold emboss - August 29, 2013d

I find gold…

…and yet, I’m dissatisfied.

In the dream…

I arrive at a small state park—a place removed from the rest of the world.

There’s a park ranger here, and a few other people.

Amid the tall wild grass and scrubby bushes, I find some small pools of water, perhaps part of a lake…

The ranger demonstrates how we can collect gold from these pools…

There’s not a lot of gold left.  But still, with some patience, we can gather a fair amount—it’s more for fun than for profit.

So, this dream has a lot of positives.  For one thing, I’m in a peaceful setting.  No crowds.  No hassle.  Shifting the water for gold will be relaxing…meditative.

This dream left me with a good feeling that extended into my day…

…until I began to think.

Those pools were rather shallow, weren’t they?

And the place has just a sprinkling of gold—as if prospectors siphoned off most of it, years ago.

So then, am I doing shallow work?  Shallow work that nets only a little gold?

This dream began to depress me, despite all its positive elements…

…until I began to think.

A state park isn’t exactly a work area.  People go here for recreation…to renew themselves in body, mind, and spirit, for a short while.

I don’t approach my creative work so casually.  It’s not a short vacation—its a long haul.

So maybe this dream is actually about kicking back—something I’m still learning how to do.

The dream tells me: there’s gold in recreation!  Maybe not a lot, but still something.

Besides, what’s truly important is the gathering of it…

Futzing about in the shallow waters can return to me some of what’s lost in the course of daily living.

So then, am I done with this dream?  Can I stop thinking about it now?

No.  I should keep it in mind…

It’s my guess that the same theme will be revisited…in week, a month, a year; maybe even a few years from now…

Also, I may likely discover that this dream connects to a dream in my past.

© 2013, Michael R. Patton
searching for the new mythology


About Michael Patton

I am a poet, novelist, and fabulist...A new mythologist, a peace miller, a dream worker...I don't qualify as an illustrator or photographer--I just "make pictures"...I have thirteen books available at amazon... I currently reside in northwest Arkansas, but have lived and worked all over the United States... I'm self-taught, for the most part--which is like searching for the right door in the dark. It's an on-going process.... I don't want to write MY story, I want OUR story, so that's what I'm studying: the human story: past, present, future, in its many aspects--including the spiritual. I'm proceeding at a slow crawl.... I don't see the inner world and outer world as separate. By learning about myself, I learn about others, I learn about my world.... Conversely, as I struggle to understand what I see OUT THERE, I learn about myself.... But to be clear: I don't claim any special understanding. I'm still purblind, still only half-awake.... After frustrating experience with the publisher of my first novel, I've published on my own, beginning with e-books, with plans to move into print and audio. Even video.... Along with a second novel, I've now published eight books of poetry. Each poetry book focuses on a theme. For instance, the collection GLORIOUS TEDIOUS TRANSFORMATION is about the slow difficult wonderful process of change.... In that book, as with all my work, I try to be accessible to a general audience, while also striving to achieve a certain literary quality.
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