Snow Is Upon Us

Today i felt the first snow drop on my head, luckily enough i just had a haircut...why do i always do this, i always seem to save my huge curly hair to finnally cut it in the coldest day of winter. Oh well, it has already gained the status of Tradition, and it had a sort of a blessing with it. So let it snow.
There has been a prelude sign of snow coming in the hair, and the mountains surrounding edinburgh already had a few small coats of the white stuff around. But in town i think its the first noticeable.
I remenber the first time that i saw snow like it was yesterday, it was in Edinburgh about three years ago. Nurturing a small hang-over from the last night Drum-n-bass stroke cheesy excuse to go out stroke bonding event with the new aqcuired friends that i was staying at the time. (many thanks to Tiago who put up with me staying on is couch for almost two months, and never complained) I got excited, uau snow...i only had seen it in films or photos and read about it - what it is the first thing it came to my mind - Snow balls. Can you imagine you get to throw huge round white missiles at people, and they don't get upset...don't even insult you, and yet seem to join in on the excitement and chase you. What a feeling, it sure is a good memory to save on a gloomy day.
So, even thou i am not a kid anymore, i like to think that a still have a part of my childhood embroided deep down in me. It needs feeding, or else life gets to serious and nonsense no longer has a valid part in my actions...and i start considering a career as an acountant or something of the kind. That same voice is the one that once told me that a job cleaning windows up in tall buildings would be fun, (i never got the job) so a balance is needed. It is important not to mix them, thou or you find yourself in strange situations - for instance one of the many nights that i was trailing my way home, with already a few drinks for warmth, i couldn't resist gathering snow from a few car windshields, and suprise someone...it turn out the girl i hit thought it was a very sofisticate charming twchnique to pull - Gulp - here i was in 8year old mode and a girl showing interest from my advances with missiles...what would a boy of 8 would do ...ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh,
Mind you there seems to be a paradox, yong boys use these sort of techniques for their first romantic avances, its that i-hit-you-with-a-stick because i noticed you. Being born in a country with no eminent snow predicition unless you go up a mountain, i lacked snow etiquete, who cares, i'll try not to be that guy who join in the small kids in their snow fights, and only trhow to consenting adults. And once in a while a cheeky one just to feed the kid inside.
This is going to be a nice day.
(later on when all is done, i am going for the first cup of hot spicy wine of the season - i really like winter )
Farewell

Dream Guidance II

"People think dreams aren't real just because they aren't made of matter, of particles. Dreams are real. But they are made of viewpoints, of images, of memories and puns and lost hopes."

(Neil Gaiman, Sandman)

If dreams aren't made of matter than you can't kill them, how can you kill a point of view, or a image...you can supress it, but then there is flaws in doing that, and they soon can came back to haunt you. A warning but not a negative one, just that warning - Do not supress Dreams, and do not ignore them.

I have a recurring one, which tells me of falling and arising, and dreams within dreams...i will never ignore or supress it, it would do me no good.

To all Dreamers out there i ask, - if you dream in conjunction, if you gather enough people, we might finnally make this a better world.

There i think is the guidance promised in the title:

To all of you beautifull and caring people, there is always going to be the right time for change, for realization of big or small dreams - but you have to believe them with all your heart.

But in the path to make a dream come true, comes knowledge. See getting what you want, can be losing what you once had, a Dream. So make that journey fruitfull and dream new dreams.

I may sound a little bit confusing to whoever reads this, but i am know very close to start a journey to "the" Dream. And i want this guidances and many more, to better appreciate my journey.

Sweet Dreams.

Dream Guidance

To all creatures, big or small - Dream.

There has been a pause in my posts, and i apologise...It hasn't been a time without thoughts though, far from it - memories and thoughts creep to my councious and subconcious semi-waking life constantly.

I've had dreams, a lot of them, recently...Because this is a place of good will and nature i won't go further into them, but they haven't been negative...just overwhelming.

I have been told, and believed with all my heart, that dreams don't need to have happened to be true...ultimately they are the shadow truths of everything that is forgotten..so they linger far beyond our imposed imagination. If you believe in something - Dream

I believe in a better world, in equality, in worlds that are ethereal and so i venture to that place in the realms of imagination, and wonder where you can shape your own dreams - and there all can be made real, but you have to believe truly, sometimes so hard that it even seems beyond reason. Or maybe it is reason entertaining the mind.

This is the first guidance. i'll return soon.

To Winnifred and Fred

There is Duality in all things, and today i write to all that are touched by these dualities and to the gods of all things, also to someone that without knowing i got to hear their story.

It came today unexpected a tale of love lost, and love found when i still in the daze of the morning set down and awaited for a skip to arrive. For those of you who might not know the exact translation of skip - it is a massive metalic bin normally used for massive quantities of building waste. Today was going to be a day for being out with the old preparing for the new.

The narrator in my morning was Fred, a man in is late fifties proud and tall, with visible signs of wear in his complexion due possibly to a hard working life. A story was being born.

I don't know exactly why it came about but Fred (this men that i have briefly met a few days before, and who was going to be a working companion for the day) soon after we sat down started telling me his tale , i think sometimes when people speak you have to listen and ask more, always ask more - unravel stories and be thankfull and gratefull they are sent to you, there might be a teaching there. I might venture to guess now what we were doing - a Wake

Paying our respects to a old building that its inside was coming down, the knocking down of walls and ceiling was almost done,and as all the waste, laid down in a pile at our feet ready to be moved to it's metal coffin, demanded stories -

Fred led life like so many others, he went to the army married young, experienced great joys and suffered horible losses. First loss was his first wife at the age of 28, an heart attack he said, repeating it more than once. How can someone die of heart attack at that age, he still recounts how that first love is eternal. First love that with its inocence and discovery has that power - and for those who had loved know that it can/should never be forgotten.

after grieving for quite some time, he found another women, they married, they quarreled, they split...after almost 10 years of marriaged.

Third time lucky they say, and Fred smiles as i throw a guess in the misty morning, Yes third time lucky he says and in the brief pause i could only imagine the good memories that were passing in front of his eyes. This time even the blessing of something that he never had in his previous ties - Children, even thou not his own blood he corrects, but he takes them as if they were.And when the story seems to be turning to be more straight forward and conclusive comes Winnifred into the tale.

Winnifred was his yonger sister, that not long ago (two weeks) has pass away, and in this moment of narration he found it very hard not to cry, has did I... but men don't cry we were told very young as one of the most stupid lies ever been told, and sometimes amongst men we still obey to that. I don't want to be dismissive about her and i truly dedicated these words in her memory, but in a very short and conclusive way - She was very loved, and taken care in her last years. See, in the last part of her life she was very ill and in great pain, so finnaly not long ago, she went to rest.

Fred tells me that he wants to specially engrave a memorial stone for her, and that he will never forget her.

Wherever you are Winnifred, rest in peace.

Did you ever wonder how and why a fall leaf changes color?
Or why do they have to fall?
In the answer lies their most beautifull altruistic gift that can never be forgotten - and to them i write

Leaves are the plant food generator, trough spring they regenerate and in summer they summon all their cheerfulness and good will, put their beautifull green chlorophyll dress and harvest the sun.
The Autumn brings darkness earlier and the augury of the Winter and so the plant as to prepare itself for what lies ahead. And so the days won't bring that lighting food, but the leaves have worked hard and with a lot of love, they made sure that the plant has all that it needs for the winter, and then with a beautifull wisper they say to the plant not to hold on, that it needs to let go.
The Sun and the cool nights of Autumn rearranges that beautifull dress they had for summer, giving them red, brown amongst others.
There is so much beauty in that - red the majestic colour that is seen in the day, but not at night - so that the plant doesn't suffer too much when they leave.

Autumn Leaves

-------A gentle breeze

chill in its wake
as come to take us
be not afraid

Remenber us
As we slowly fall
yet not this moment
but of them all

We will arize
from our earthly urn
so don't you worry
we will return

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To all of you who might read this letter, i tell straight away that it is a love letter -
And all the ones forward will be.
You see
All of what i write
Is always going to be from and with love
May it reach you all