Frank Lloyd Wright & Synchronicity

Well , it's happened again. This time it's Frank Lloyd Wright.

I've been reading the book Loving Frank for the past couple of weeks. Many years ago, - more years than I will admit- I'd read a bit about Wright's work for a paper I needed to write. It was his theories, inspirations, etc. If I'd gleaned anything about the man's private life, I'd long ago forgotten. So Loving Frank has been interesting because it tells about the man from the perspective of his lover.

Reading this book has piqued my interest in Frank Lloyd Wright all over again. Tonight I sat down to the computer with the intention of "googling" F.L.W. to see what I might learn. Well, go figure. Before I could even begin to type in his name, staring me in the face WAS his name. There on Yahoo news was a piece on none other than Mr. Wright (http://news.yahoo.com/s/nm/20090619/stage_nm/us_lloydwright;_ylt=AqCJahUAFvh7bQy0xvx9i36CfNdF)

Excited, yes I was, that the man came to me, but curious and amazed that it appeared as if by magic.

As I sit here now and think about this , I recall another occurrence that happened over the last 2 days. Now I want to preface this by saying that it is not within my usual oeuvre to being talking about the Underground Railroad. But a cute kid of preteen age has begun dropping by the shop for a friendly chat ( and the candy I have out at the shop ) , and brought up the subject yesterday. We had a lively little talk about it and he was on his merry way ( his mom owns the shop next door ). Today I had a woman in the shop , and for what reason I do not recall, didn't we find ourselves in a discussion about the same subject? Indeed we did. Now , how weird is that?

Yes, I know. These seem like small inconsequential matters. Coincidental, some might say. I've come to doubt that. I think that I've come to believe that there is no such thing as coincidence. There just seems to be too much coincidence for that to be a satisfactory answer . I can't offer you an explanation for it right now , but I'm still searching ( aren't we all ?).

If you'd like more "coincidental" , and some quite compelling , stories try Trish & Rob MacGregor's blog named Synchronicity ( http://www.ofscarabs.blogspot.com/ ) . They are working on a book that should be quite interesting. In the meantime I'd love to hear from you about your experiences with synchronicity.

Wishing you an evening full of MAGIC,

Cyth

Hidden Dreams

Again I'm going to be quick tonight - 2 days with the grandkids and the trek back home has got me pooped out again. No matter , soon I'll be all cozy on my side of the bed on my way to LaLaLand.

Speaking of LaLaLand, I had a strange occurrence the other night. Well, technically it was the other morning , early. I arise early most everyday, except Sundays. That way I can get in my exercise and meditation before the day has its way with me. And it is the best part of the day, early morning. the birds sing so sweetly and the noise of the day isn't trying to sing over their sweet voices. I'm more alert, slow, but alert in the early morning hours. My emotions are gentle and my being more open than in any other part of the day. OOOOOO but this is not what I set out to tell. So sorry to get sidetracked - perhaps next time I will wax poetic about the the early morning.

So , back to my little tale coming out of LaLaLand . The alarm had just gone off, so up I clambered from my mountain of blankets , shaking off what I thought was the end of a dream that the alarm had cut off. It was not a remarkable dream. At least I did not remember it beyond the time it took me to get my feet to the floor, so truly it must not have been significant. What was significant was the thought, which came simultaneously with the vanishing of the unremarkable dream, that UNDERNEATH that dream there had been another. This other dream seemed very significant , though I haven't yet determined why or what it means to me, only that I was able to glimpse it because the other dream had been vanquished by the sound of the alarm clock. I only remember seeing , in the wake of the vanishing dream , gears, wooden gears. And I recall thinking that the gears were part of a dream that lay underneath the other one.

I at once began to wonder if we dream in layers. I wondered if each layer told a more complete story of just one dream, or were they separate unto themselves, telling their own stories, telling my story in parallel time. And I wondered how many more layers there might be. And if we dream in multiple layers, how do we access them.

I wonder if anyone else has experienced that sense of multi-layered dreams. And if so , what do you make of it? Is it a regular occurrence? It is not for me. Not yet anyway. Would love to hear from anyone who has had a similar experience.

As for me right now, I think I will prepare myself for a good night's rest, dreams or no, and be ready to face a new day. I wish you a good night, Cyth