Sophia over at RevGalBlogPals offers this Friday Five Meme on dreams:
1. Do you tend to daydream? I don’t spend a lot of time daydreaming. But this time of year, living in the desert, is very bland. The landscape is monotone and one day just blends into another. And, oddly enough, I find myself daydreaming for:
2. Do you usually remember your night dreams? Do you find them symbolic and meaningful or just quirky? Occasionally I remember my dreams. Often they are really obvious of whatever I am thinking about. Sometimes they are veiled in humorous symbolism, like the dream I had once of carrying around a chalice while walking down the street, visiting friends, and arriving at the church.
3. Have you ever had a life changing dream which you’ll never forget? No.
4. Share a long term dream for one or more aspects of your life and work. I’d like to live in an old house, well built with hardwood floors, a fenced in back yard for the dogs, and a fireplace. Along with that house I’d like to be settled in a call that was challenging enough to help me grow, open enough that I could help them grow, but stable enough that I could stay a good long time, like until I retire in 20 years.
5. Share a dream for 2010….How can we support you in prayer on both the short and long term dreams? See above. Prayer.
Bonus: a poem, song, artwork, etc. that deals with dreams in general or one of your dreams.
Today’s poem holds that the act of attention is a form of prayer.
The Summer Day
Who made the world?
Who made the swan, and the black bear?
Who made the grasshopper?
This grasshopper, I mean-
the one who has flung herself out of the grass,
the one who is eating sugar out of my hand,
who is moving her jaws back and forth instead of up and down-
who is gazing around with her enormous and complicated eyes.
Now she lifts her pale forearms and thoroughly washes her face.
Now she snaps her wings open, and floats away.
I don’t know exactly what a prayer is.
I do know how to pay attention, how to fall down
into the grass, how to kneel down in the grass,
how to be idle and blessed, how to stroll through the fields,
which is what I have been doing all day.
Tell me, what else should I have done?
Doesn’t everything die at last, and too soon?
Tell me, what is it you plan to do
with your one wild and precious life?