As a child my dreams always fascinated me. Having had a few of nightmares invade the usual fun and exciting world of imagination, I now wish I'd kept a journal of these events. There were times I'd hurry to my room, turn off the lights and snuggle deeply into the soft, fresh scented sheets and blankets. Nothing better than a pillow case that conjures up visions of the warm afternoon sun and fragrant springtime breeze. Everything so fresh and new, tickling the senses, honeysuckle blooming, the many shades of greenery stretching skyward as they are being beckoned by the warmth of the late spring and early summer sun. No wonder nightmares were few and far between!
My favorite dreams were usually about the vast expanses of our universe. As a child space exploration, then just in its infancy, beckoned me. Somehow the thought of being able to travel to other planets overwhelmed my imagination. Whether awake or asleep, I craved everything outer space. Could I be an astronaut? Why not, I'd be the first female in outer space or so I thought. A sadly disappointing and abrupt awakening ended my adolescent space voyage dream, when in 1963, a Russian female cosmonaut by the name of Valentina Tereshkova was launched into space. My imaginary world of space travel driven from the heavens at the tender age of eleven!
It was a space program's debut in 1965 that once again lifted my spirits, enhancing my dream process nightly. "Lost in Space", an all-time favorite of mine. Even now when it appears on cable, I am driven to watch. God love the robot with his "danger Will Robinson, danger!' methodically mechanical cry of doom, arms flailing in every direction. As years passed other thoughts of grandeur occupied my dreams, space exploration taking a back seat. Although still fascinated and always reading anything concerning the universe, it was the voice of Carl Sagan on public television that "forced me" to sit for an hour and watch!
Living in relatively close proximity to Cape Canaveral, I have been fortunate enough to visit, peering inside a space ship, allowing my imagination a "free ride". Watching a number of launches, each one more breathless than the first, admitting to myself..... I should have pursued the dream! On nights I leave work, long after the evening rush and the road is wide open, it seems to dissect the night sky as I head southwest towards home, I gaze upwards into the beauty of this Florida sky, so vast and unending. I pick out familiar constellations,perhaps making a wish upon a falling star. They seem so numerous yet each one, much like a snowflake, is strikingly different. Where do they land, who else is making that special wish? This world we live in, with solid surfaces beneath our feet. is where I am grounded, but my imagination is free to explore in it's outer most expanses, no boundaries, just questions waiting to be answered and explored!
My favorite dreams were usually about the vast expanses of our universe. As a child space exploration, then just in its infancy, beckoned me. Somehow the thought of being able to travel to other planets overwhelmed my imagination. Whether awake or asleep, I craved everything outer space. Could I be an astronaut? Why not, I'd be the first female in outer space or so I thought. A sadly disappointing and abrupt awakening ended my adolescent space voyage dream, when in 1963, a Russian female cosmonaut by the name of Valentina Tereshkova was launched into space. My imaginary world of space travel driven from the heavens at the tender age of eleven!
It was a space program's debut in 1965 that once again lifted my spirits, enhancing my dream process nightly. "Lost in Space", an all-time favorite of mine. Even now when it appears on cable, I am driven to watch. God love the robot with his "danger Will Robinson, danger!' methodically mechanical cry of doom, arms flailing in every direction. As years passed other thoughts of grandeur occupied my dreams, space exploration taking a back seat. Although still fascinated and always reading anything concerning the universe, it was the voice of Carl Sagan on public television that "forced me" to sit for an hour and watch!
Living in relatively close proximity to Cape Canaveral, I have been fortunate enough to visit, peering inside a space ship, allowing my imagination a "free ride". Watching a number of launches, each one more breathless than the first, admitting to myself..... I should have pursued the dream! On nights I leave work, long after the evening rush and the road is wide open, it seems to dissect the night sky as I head southwest towards home, I gaze upwards into the beauty of this Florida sky, so vast and unending. I pick out familiar constellations,perhaps making a wish upon a falling star. They seem so numerous yet each one, much like a snowflake, is strikingly different. Where do they land, who else is making that special wish? This world we live in, with solid surfaces beneath our feet. is where I am grounded, but my imagination is free to explore in it's outer most expanses, no boundaries, just questions waiting to be answered and explored!
I absolutely adore your sense of exploration and wonderment...it is one of the many traits I inherited from you that I cherish!!! xoxo
ReplyDeleteI must say my mind, much like yours, NEVER SLEEPS!!!! xoxoxo
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