The beginning
In my dreams I told my dream teacher I’d never talk about my dreams in a blog. So, since I’m all about lies within lies within lies within truth, I’ll do it anyway. Anybody who hates listening to dreams, you can leave now.
Last night I had a dream. I was at some sort of art school, a dream art school that was a combination of theatre, literary, graphic, frog, and applesauce, or something. You know how dreams are.
I had met a fellow student who was kinda famous, some sort of prodigy. I felt really lucky to have him as a friend and was kissing his ass madly, trying to be as cool as him so he’d like me. For some reason, even though I kept doing stupid stuff per normal, he still liked me, and took me up to his dorm room/intellerstallar spacecraft or whatever.
Man it was amazing there, shelves and shelves of beautiful doohickeys: steampunk meets Mr. Limpet and the fairy princess. Lots of dream-models of traveling stuff, tiny trains and whimsical planes and elegant little dancers. I was having problems with my own work so the place morphed into my dump that was full of mostly blank notebooks and a few scrawlings.
He said he wanted me to write something down, and in my haste to find a pen and something to write on, I knocked down my tall freestanding shelves with my notebooks piled high on them. What a mess, blank pages everywhere. I had to hurry because he had told me already, and I needed to write it down before I forgot.
Finally found a Sharpie and an old envelope or something. When I wrote it down, very carefully, strange points came up at the top of ever letter, some weird dream auto-calligraphy. This is what I wrote:
That’s very important. Might not seem like much now, but that’s because you’re awake. If you were asleep you’d go OMG! Curtains rise.
I woke up after he told me that and got out of bed and wrote it down (with a Sharpie on an envelope, strangely enough, but without the pointy letters). Then, when I really got up later, I thought I remembered it, so didn’t check the envelope. Just hopped onto Twitter and shared the news thusly:
The beginning is the part that you see.
I kind of like that better, because it’s easier to understand while awake. If you think about it, every moment is a beginning. Everything you see at every moment is beginning. Ends are something of a literary or human fiction. The problem is to see that. But as soon as you do see it, it’s like – yes, this is the beginning! And once you can see that, you can begin.
For esthetic types, writers or painters or frog/applesauce guys, this phrase is even more cogent. Because that’s exactly what one does at the beginning of an artwork. You see the beginning. Oftentimes that’s all you can see, and frequently it’s all you need to see. Since you’ve seen it, everything else flows organically from that first moment of sight.
Begin now,
LWIII
This is why graduation is called “Commencement”
Like, why not call it “Graduation”?
Or, in the words of Semisonic’s “Closing Time”:
Every new beginning comes from some other beginning’s end. Yeah.
Hey, that’s cool, Andrew, never thought of it that way: commencement! Sweet. Sure appreciate the comment. Ever your beginner,
LWIII
The beginning, or source, of this one for me, was frog/applesauce. I am still at that beginning and it keeps me there, for I haven’t gotten it yet and something tells me I should try again and again.
Hi Ron, still working on frog/applesauce my ownself. Think I may get a book out of it, or maybe a sculpture…at least an appetizer.
Good luck and thanks!
OMG!!!
over the start part
under the pace face
out of the fall call
into the cross place
xx azyh
OM2xG. Hope you don’t mind, Bern, if that goes into the Extracto. You write my dream.
i only wrote it ’cause i read your dream
Well, it’s a tiny little dream-gem. Thanks for sharing that, dearheart. I sure love the way you write. Into the cross place, the center of our hearts! Now. This is the cross place between past and future, hopes and reality, intention and action.
wow Tom – I had this flash of understanding here – an epiphany moment. love those, sans frogs and applesauce.
You could add the word always in there. mmm – I had a very clear vision of my toes in a river. The water is always going over me…it is always the beginning I see. The beginning is all there is…ever. That’s powerful.
That is very cool, Cheryl. All rivers lead to the sea, and then start over again. You grokked my dream, wow. Yhsnks!
LWIII,
Simply to say, enjoyed this post. Made me want to begin to wake up from a crappest of crap period of time.
It seems I’ve always known life if made up only of moments….each person has potentially millions of em……we are only ever guarenteed this one right here right now…i’m beginning to see i’d nearly forgotten that.
Imagining you *Kissing Ass* made me laugh…I’d only ever Kiss Stephen Fry’s Ass, alas, it’s the wrong kind of *Kissing Ass* for him…
I like *Lies within lies within lies within the truth*, for me Kinda like living life and presenting like a crypric crossword…the truth or answer is always in there…for me I like to make it a challenge for people to find it…that way, I know the finder is worth their salt…I’m also beginning to remember why….Ha!!
I was meant to find your work….because I enjoy it…and look forward to your next postings.
Truly Thankful
Truly *winks cryptically* AKA FH AkA daftisasdaftdoes AKA me x
Thank you Truly. So glad that this helped in your tough time. Having you as a friend and thoughtful reader sure helps me, so I thank you in my dreams as well as waking times. I don’t know much about answers, but I’m starting to get some very cool questions.
Cryptic wink back!
xoxo