Magical Moment Mondays: Dreaming

Dreaming of LoveDreaming…of spring at the moment. Dreaming is a flexible word that has different meanings depending on the context. Day dreaming. Night dreaming. Dreaming of your wedding, dreaming of your big life, dreaming of vacay. Staring into space. Dreaming is such a dreamy thing to contemplate. Dreaming of something in the future seems to be the common element of daydreaming for me. Although dreaming about the future also happens in sleep dreaming. I find that most of my dreams while asleep are about the past or at least have something to do with past experiences either that just happened during the day or my life in general over the past days, weeks or years.

Dreaming often is a way in which we process past experiences. Sometimes, however, the dreams seem to have nothing to do with anything! My favorite type of dreaming has to do with planning and visioning the future. I do that a lot and it is just a natural part of who I am. It helps me get organized, it helps me set direction and it is fun. Right now I am still dreaming of spring ☺. (In case you are not in NY, it is very cold here and snow covered right now.) Dreaming (day dreaming, that is) is a magical moment that you can create anytime.

Wynken, Blynken, and Nod
By Eugene Field

Wynken, Blynken, and Nod one night
Sailed off in a wooden shoe–
Sailed on a river of crystal light,
Into a sea of dew.
“Where are you going, and what do you wish?”
The old moon asked of the three.
“We have come to fish for the herring fish
That live in this beautiful sea;
Nets of silver and gold have we!”
Said Wynken,
Blynken,
And Nod.

The old moon laughed and sang a song,
As they rocked in the wooden shoe,
And the wind that sped them all night long
Ruffled the waves of dew.
The little stars were the herring fish
That lived in that beautiful sea–
“Now cast your nets wherever you wish–
Never afeard are we!”
So cried the stars to the fishermen three:
Wynken,
Blynken,
And Nod.

All night long their nets they threw
To the stars in the twinkling foam—
Then down from the skies came the wooden shoe,
Bringing the fishermen home;
‘T was all so pretty a sail it seemed
As if it could not be,
And some folks thought ‘t was a dream they ‘d dreamed
Of sailing that beautiful sea—
But I shall name you the fishermen three:
Wynken,
Blynken,
And Nod.

Wynken and Blynken are two little eyes,
And Nod is a little head,
And the wooden shoe that sailed the skies
Is a wee one’s trundle-bed.
So shut your eyes while mother sings
Of wonderful sights that be,
And you shall see the beautiful things
As you rock in the misty sea,
Where the old shoe rocked the fishermen three:
Wynken,
Blynken,
And Nod.

XOXO Rachel

Published by Rachel Mueller-Lust

I'm a writer, executive & life coach, wedding officiant & Life-Cycle Celebrant®, psychologist, media researcher and teacher. I explore language, relationship & connection, living a fulfilling life and the beauty & wonder of the world.

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