Dear Artful Dreamer,
3:30 am Dream
The Scene Becomes Real

In the dream I’m in a room with fellow artists. You are here too. We are working on the same “project.” My painting is of an estuary that reminds me of a beautiful marsh I often kayaked in San Diego, California. The dream painting however is set in an Amazonian floodplain. It has tall reeds and grasses in a wetland, with a river snaking and bending through it.

The drawing is quite detailed but it’s still in black and white. I’m getting ready to add color when someone comes running in, shouting urgently that “they” are coming to take the paintings. I’m not done. “And,” I think, “I’m not even making it for collection, I’m making it to preserve the environment, to care for it.”

Then I realize what they want. They want to stop us, they’ll take it away. So I start adding color quickly. They try to pull it from under my brush but I hold on to it firmly, working quickly to finish. The painting is very responsive, taking on a life of its own, working with me, becoming real.

I have a sense of wonder as I watch my colors take life, spreading and melding in gorgeous tones of blue and heather, gold and green, that enliven the scene as a breeze begins to move through the grasses and the turquoise waters begin to sparkle and flow.

“It’s too late for them,” I realize, “things are turning around. There’s much to do but it is turning around.” I know with elation that I’ve succeeded – we’ve succeeded – the scene has stabilized in time and is becoming real and it’s too late for them to take it from us. We all turn to one another, grinning and cheering. And then I lift above the dream scene flying across the beauty of the estuary rejoicing in all the life there.
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This dream is my prayer. It joins with all your clearly painted prayers and dreams for world. Amama Ua Noa! This dream is released!

With. Love,
Mayet Leilani

Dear Gardener,

I’ve been looking back over past years of my Morning Musings. I take 5 minutes (or more if I want) to just take down what flows. This one is lovely, isn’t it? Enjoy!

~💜Mayet

Morning Musings

The Gardens of All Your Tomorrows

Clear-eyed, see the past as it was, claim its victories, rejoice in its joys and bless every error for all the gifts of wisdom they bestowed. See the future as a garden in which you sow seeds of the fruit of the world as it must become for all to thrive.

But as for now, this minute, this hour, this one day in your purview, enjoy!  It is a banquet. Attend its feast of simple pleasures, common joys.  Lean companionably against the shoulders of those who join you. Know your loving and laughter or grief or concern as the fleeing treasures they are.

Celebrate the smorgasbord of your day, lavishing it with choices that please you, for this is how the seeds are sown that sprout up in beauty and bounty in the many gardens of all your tomorrows.