plain gray beauty

head waves gray - February 27, 2014s

In a recent dream, I travel to a South Sea island…

…and though it isn’t any paradise…

…it’s still a special place.

In the dream…

I’ve arrived at a tiny island in the South Pacific.

The ground is all pebbly gray soil.  Only a few people live here, or visit.

To “check in”, I must travel in a small boat to nearby island—barren like the first.

The waves are a peculiar iron-gray color.  The chop is high, yet the ride is smooth.

I’m wondering if it’s worthwhile to spend much time on these islands.  I need to decide soon, in case I want to book a flight out.

A rather ordinary dream, right?  No!  This scenario felt hyper-real.  I was overwhelmed by the sense of isolation.  The rest of the world seemed so faraway.

Though plain in appearance, those islands are a place of mystery.

We’re always traveling, even when standing still.  So maybe the dream tells me that I’ve come to a new place in my life…

Maybe.  But the dream also tells me that I have an option.  That I’m just visiting.  So I don’t think it indicates a major shift within.

Though I’m still confused about the dream’s meaning, I can relate it to my life’s experience in this way:

As I’ve traveled through life, I’ve often felt the need to hurry…

Sometimes, I didn’t have time to stop—I didn’t really have an option.

But other times, I was simply impatient to move on—to get to the next place, which I hoped would offer something better.

In the dream, I realize the islands aren’t my home.  So then, why linger here, on these desolate isles?  After all, life is short, and getting shorter all the time.

On the other hand, this gray place brings up such powerful feelings.  Almost more than I can bear.  It’s tempting to run away just to escape this intense experience.

So perhaps I should stay awhile.

Whether this dream speaks to my present, or my future, it also speaks to conflicts running through my entire life.

© 2014, Michael R. Patton
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About Michael Patton

I am a poet, novelist, and storyteller...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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