We don’t remember the dream, but the dream remembers us.

Linda Paston

I took this photograph at low tide, I did not see what appears to be an eye until I downloaded the image. It seemed to embody the places I have been meandering in recently – liminal places, where the “dream remembers us”…. but we struggle to remember, to find solid footing on ever shifting sands.

I am looking for ‘old words’, not sure how old….. or if they are part of ‘the dream I have forgotten’ but they are there, just as “stars are there even in full sun.”

This poem by Linda Pastan so beautifully describes those ‘in between’ places that used to feel so uncomfortable and now feel like home. Similar to the difference between Chronos and Kairos time. The ‘Tik Tok’ of the man made clock slowly fading into the distance.

WHAT WE WANT

What we want
is never simple.
We move among the things
we thought we wanted:
a face, a room, an open book
and these things bear our names-
now they want us.
But what we want appears
in dreams, wearing disguises.
We fall past,
holding out our arms
and in the morning
our arms ache.
We don’t remember the dream,
but the dream remembers us.
It is there all day
as an animal is there
under the table,
as the stars are there
even in full sun.

by Linda Pastan, from Carnival Evening

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