I started this blog way back in 2011 when I was seeking creative direction. Since then it has meandered across ideas, creative forms and journeys both physical and metaphysical. This year my enthusiasm has waned. I’ve taken extended blogging breaks, recycled old material and responded to endless prompts in attempts to motivate myself to keep blogging. Some of these ideas have worked for a time but only for a time. Yesterday I tried reblogging an old story in an attempt to generate some blogging energy but already that is energy has evaporated. I’ve reblogged an old story in this post – the original was written some time in the distant past – possibly 2013 – but it is still relevant. Maybe even more so.
I’d like to thank all my loyal followers and all those beautiful people who have commented on my weird and wacky posts. I appreciate your support so much. You’ve seen me through some rocky times and helped me build confidence in my work. You have all been wonderful.
I thank all of you who bought and read my novel Outsiders. As many have said, the story needs a sequel. I will write it in 2016.
I will leave this blog on the internet for anyone who comes across it browse through but I won’t be putting any new content on it.
If I decide to start a new blog in the future I’ll come back and leave a link to it. For now I wish you all happy and safe holidays and leave you with a dream –
THE MIDNIGHT SCHOOL
Katrina dreamt she soared up into the night sky surrounded by orbs of lights. There were others with her. Together they floated to a City of Light situated above the clouds or perhaps beyond the stratosphere – the actual location was not clear.
Upon arriving at the city they were greeted by tall beings clothed in glowing robes. Some of her group called them angels but the light beings bore no wings and denied that was their state. ‘Think of us emissaries from a possible future”, they said but did not elaborate.
The group was ushered into a silver and green expanse that bore a vague resemblance to a classroom. There they watched a strange sound and light show where vibrational frequencies, symbols and runes merged one into another. Most of the sequences passed too quickly for Katrina to comprehend but among them she saw spiralling DNA helixes, star maps and images of the Earth from space. The meaning of it all escaped her yet it affected her on some deep, non-verbal level. The cells of her body felt to be vibrating and the top of her head tingled. A most wonderful sense of contentment and optimism filled her.
The show built in intensity until Katrina felt her brains would burst from the impact of the inrushing energies. She was aware others around felt the same discomfort. At that moment there was a rapping on the classroom door.
“That’s enough for now,” said a commanding voice.
Suddenly Katrina was wide awake in her bed. Feeling wired she lay in bed feeling herself suspended between the dream reality and her normal waking consciousness. Eventually she fell into a deep sleep.
When she awoke she felt compelled to seek out green forests and silver shining waterways whenever possible. It was there the contentment and optimism she had felt in the dream was at its strongest.
One day when she was out walking the thought came to her that she had a choice. She could go on doing the same old, same old things and thinking the same old, same old thoughts or she could let the whole sorry mess go. If she chose, she could experience new ways of being and thinking.
The thought tumbled round in her brain like a precious jewel. She scarcely knew how to implement it yet the idea was tantalizing.
Out in the world all hell was breaking loose. There was nothing she could personally do about it except rail about the injustices and sign Facebook petitions. The only place where she could effect change was within her own life, her own mind and her own heart.