Have you ever had a dream about flying? I've been having them all of my life. I don't recall when they started. Maybe it was after a weekend camping trip my family took to the White Mountains in Northern New Hampshire. We went up to see a friend of my folks hang glide. Ever since then, I've wanted to fly. At least that's my first recollection. I've always had a fascination and love of birds, so who knows which came first...
Dreams of Flying
What's weird about my flying dreams is that I am always inside a house or other building. I can jump up and soar around the room, but I've never dreamed about flying outdoors. There's always been a ceiling there holding me in. I'm sure a psychologist could make some assumptions about it. It probably has something to do with a fear of some kind - like a fear of flying to a new height, metaphorically speaking. Anyway, I feel like I'm getting ready to make an outside flight. I feel like I'm ready to jump outside of myself in some new way.
I got some news today that is pushing me in a new direction - more than I'm pushing myself right now. It feels like too much, but it doesn't at the same time. Sometimes we need a little push. I've been feeling kind of restless about my work. I've been wanting to take my paintings to a new level. I've been doing more each day in my home studio, knowing that if I want to get good at this, I've got to do it more. I've got some thinking to do over the next few days. I'm hoping that I'll get some answers in my dreams...