Apple Blossom Dreams

My foray into the Great Outdoors yesterday ended up being a 3.30 mile run where I revisited 12 Hills Nature Center and marveled at the wildflowers. Not quite a hike though but I am pressed for time to get this painting done, perhaps a hike this weekend.

I had a most beautiful dream last night. I dreamt I was sitting in a garden and had just finished eating an apple when I looked down and on the ground was a little plastic bag. I opened it and inside was something that resembled a plum but pouring forth from where the stem should be were these brilliant blossoms. It looked a lot like apple blossoms and was one of the prettiest plants/fruits I had ever seen. Somehow I knew that this was a gift from my Dad and was meant for me to plant it right there in the garden so it could grow and flourish. I had tears in my eyes and was happy and sad when I woke up....my eyes were wet. It's these little reminders that my Dad is with me always that make me feel never alone. I looked up the meaning of planting dreams and found this interesting bit:

Planting seeds can be the beginning of a new idea, relationship or way of thinking or behaving that we wish to grow into something stronger and more prominent in our self or in our life. Dreams of beautiful gardens can be almost mystical sometimes, and can create a profound sense of peace, belonging and union with nature. This is a sure sign we are onto some pretty good inner work, as we have discovered a place of great beauty within ourselves, and for some this may include the heavenly presence of a departed loved one, or even be a communion with the divine. Such dreams are to be treasured!

http://thedreamwell.wordpress.com/2008/10/05/dream-symbols-plants-and-trees-and-flowers/

Whatever the meaning may be I know I listened to my need to reconnect with Nature and the real passions that drive me and my work. The dream was a nice gift!

Yesterday I revisited another old gift- my musical side. It's been sorely neglected, ouch. Bass playing after not having played in months and months is HELL on your fingers. They are nice and sore today. A visit to the dentist and more work on my painting today. I'm liking the new color palette I'm playing with, lets just say I've left my blues behind.

Have a wonderful day friends!

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