Plans & Dreams

As the giggle goes: "If you want to make God laugh, tell Him your plans".

And this blog needs more giggles.

I can recall very few times when my parents were together that they seemed in sync, connected, having fun. I treasure those that i can recall.

One thing that they loved to do was to wait until my brother and i were in bed [supposedly asleep, but you imagine that, to remember this, i must have sneaked out], was to draw floor plans for the home they wanted to have built. I heard them even laugh one evening sitting at the dining table, heads together, pencils poised to jot down the next idea.

Writing this gives me a warm feeling that i normally do not experience when thinking of my mom and dad together as there were the other times, the hurting, angry times that stand out.

My mom called my dad a 'dreamer' - which of course i take as a great compliment. She did not mean it as one... i learned this after he left and she became very bitter and resentful. What she really meant was he could talk a good game but was slow or absent in the follow through.

While she, on the other hand, did not like a half-a_ _ed job. If she planned it it had better happen.

My dad could make lots of plans and follow some to fruition and let others either go or change into something altogether different.

I got both of those points of view and characteristics. I understand working hard for something only to have it fall apart and being disappointed.

BUT i also understand playing with an idea and having scads of fun just in the creation of the blueprint. Laying out how you'd like to see it.

One of the major things we tried to teach the teachers in HeadStart is the difference in ART and CRAFT.

With crafts there is a specific outcome expected and you can have lots of fun making it happen but it does matter that it comes out somewhat like the blueprint.

Art is a different matter altogether. The fun is in the process.

Sure it helps if it turns out to be worth millions; that never hurts. But no one is telling me my painting has look like the example ... no one is controlling my dream.

And here's a really great thing about the dreamer~artist-> wherever i stop in the process i can say it is done and no one will know i just got tired of messin' with it!! :0)

I know my mom and dad had many plans and many dreams that just did not work out...that is really hard to accept when one is any age.

Chakra gurus say that the development of the heart chakra occurs between 5 and 7 years of age. My dad left for work one day when i was almost 7. He never returned - not permanently...but that is yet another post.

I must have had plans too and certainly dreams. Probably my growing energy-spirit heart was yearning for peace between my parents and love in the new home they were scheming for during those 'good' times.

I have found in so many ways that however i plan it, spirit takes me where i need to be. And i have found a bit of peace and a lot of love along the way.

As John Lennon said : "Life is what happens when you are busy making other plans."