tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2086296370004835655.post6642999994859700183..comments2024-03-28T23:06:10.904-04:00Comments on Bless Our Hearts: Dream DrainedMs. Moonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09776404747858099919noreply@blogger.comBlogger16125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2086296370004835655.post-73584056219289996052017-07-24T08:14:07.942-04:002017-07-24T08:14:07.942-04:00Yes! Exactly. That Roseland. Yes! Exactly. That Roseland. Ms. Moonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09776404747858099919noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2086296370004835655.post-58654140665649561022017-07-24T01:31:59.693-04:002017-07-24T01:31:59.693-04:00I dream a lot. I work swing shift so sometimes I h...I dream a lot. I work swing shift so sometimes I have to take sleeping pills to sleep. I don't remember the dreams when I take them, but when I don't take them I do. Been a lot of weird ones too. I have to ask...I know you live in FL....are you talking Roseland by Sebastian? I am from Vero Beach, transplanted to Springfield GA. Kathttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02386460019508921993noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2086296370004835655.post-63158439362056266262017-07-21T10:09:10.747-04:002017-07-21T10:09:10.747-04:00I doubt kids play jacks anymore. That game was so ...I doubt kids play jacks anymore. That game was so addicting. I loved it too and always wanted to get better. I actually have a set. Now- can I sit on the floor and play the way I used to? <br />I seriously do not think so. Ms. Moonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09776404747858099919noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2086296370004835655.post-20952160860592220042017-07-21T09:54:09.104-04:002017-07-21T09:54:09.104-04:00I'm a firm believer in not "adulting"...I'm a firm believer in not "adulting" when one simply cannot. At this stage of the game, have we not earned the right to be whatever we feel like being? Do kids still play jacks I wonder? Used to be my favorite thing in the world! I fancied myself the world champion. XXOOplantingalongtheverge.comhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13899341805908954700noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2086296370004835655.post-64358472400163150052017-07-20T19:34:47.119-04:002017-07-20T19:34:47.119-04:00We are sisters, somehow, you and me. We played mar...We are sisters, somehow, you and me. We played marbles too, but mostly in the dirt roads of Roseland where few cars ever passed. I have a little jar of marbles I've found in this yard, every one a jewel of someone's childhood. I wonder if those former children dream of this house? <br />And honey, I sure did rest and am going to bed early too. Ms. Moonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09776404747858099919noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2086296370004835655.post-90954392807375655912017-07-20T19:32:56.178-04:002017-07-20T19:32:56.178-04:00Yes. But it's funny. I NEVER dream about Jr. H...Yes. But it's funny. I NEVER dream about Jr. High or high school. Ever. What's up with that?Ms. Moonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09776404747858099919noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2086296370004835655.post-85771033134943600692017-07-20T19:32:23.802-04:002017-07-20T19:32:23.802-04:00We who live where the sun is brutal have our hiber...We who live where the sun is brutal have our hibernation season in the summer. I truly believe that. We will come out again when the temperature drops and the humidity does too and every trip outside does not leave us panting and feeling as if we have the vapors. Ms. Moonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09776404747858099919noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2086296370004835655.post-39277797718038511922017-07-20T19:30:53.566-04:002017-07-20T19:30:53.566-04:00I was SO gentle with myself today. Trust me. Of co...I was SO gentle with myself today. Trust me. Of course now I feel guilty but whatever. Ms. Moonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09776404747858099919noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2086296370004835655.post-90193045488383238192017-07-20T15:21:12.855-04:002017-07-20T15:21:12.855-04:00You talk about walking on the roots and talking, r...You talk about walking on the roots and talking, reminding me that we, too, had such a tree in our elementary school playground, and we walked those enormous spreading roots endlessly, and played marbles in their dirt oases. How nostalgic such dreams can make us, the sweetness that was, that is forever past. Rest up, today, my love, and contemplate the sweetness that still is. 37paddingtonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12400464105403622384noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2086296370004835655.post-27958278673584692002017-07-20T15:01:32.224-04:002017-07-20T15:01:32.224-04:00I too find that places where I spent time as a chi...I too find that places where I spent time as a child (my elementary school, my parents' house) are often settings for dreams. jo(e)https://www.blogger.com/profile/01488562158252331555noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2086296370004835655.post-73601758115977924742017-07-20T14:36:58.504-04:002017-07-20T14:36:58.504-04:00my dreams have been many and vivid too but leave m...my dreams have been many and vivid too but leave me almost the second I wake, just leaving me the feeling of a busy dream night. and yes, sometimes I have wondered which life is real, the waking one or the dream one. maybe both. maybe in the dream life we dream of the awake life. it's been hard to pry me out of the house for weeks now.ellen abbotthttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00535475792150335186noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2086296370004835655.post-9125207891797805972017-07-20T13:21:30.130-04:002017-07-20T13:21:30.130-04:00Such beautiful reflections mixed with fear of losi...Such beautiful reflections mixed with fear of losing the people you love. Yes, be gentle with yourself today. Sending love.Joannehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08015888228309968515noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2086296370004835655.post-66061313846256710142017-07-20T12:32:29.271-04:002017-07-20T12:32:29.271-04:00Becky! You did it! I am so proud of you! And thank...Becky! You did it! I am so proud of you! And thank you. Ms. Moonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09776404747858099919noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2086296370004835655.post-67013324789265605342017-07-20T12:31:56.396-04:002017-07-20T12:31:56.396-04:00Mine was really beautiful. And honestly, I have so...Mine was really beautiful. And honestly, I have some amazingly horrible and painful memories from those days in that school too but time has let me see them through colored glass, as it were. Ms. Moonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09776404747858099919noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2086296370004835655.post-31296421956207359392017-07-20T11:37:23.853-04:002017-07-20T11:37:23.853-04:00Ah dreams -- they can be so real, realer than life...Ah dreams -- they can be so real, realer than life sometimes. Give yourself lots of space to move out of it slowly, as it works its way through you, as you gradually move back to here and now. The past is so far away, and yet it can be with us in a second, as real as it ever was. I think I won't die from this comment. Becky Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2086296370004835655.post-87801540995447286842017-07-20T10:48:03.517-04:002017-07-20T10:48:03.517-04:00What a beautiful old school. Mine didn't look ...What a beautiful old school. Mine didn't look that nice -- much more institutional! But I have similar fond memories.Steve Reedhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11684120060438252945noreply@blogger.com