Mountains, rivers, walks, cycles, rapids and climbs. Rain pours and floods. Car parks to cliff sides. Train travel to speeding drives. Long grasses to the climb of treetops high. Picnic benches to school halls. Weddings, talks, concerts and more. Passion and lust. A night's must. Homes, buses, streets and fields. Another night's deal. Wolves and lions to dolphins and seals. Tears of fear. The heartbeats high paced ride. Faces from now to years ago mixed with those never seen. Pure sights for the pleasure of soul and mind. To those I wish I could close my eyelids to twice and hide. Waking, hyperventilating from the sights inside. As another has laughter, a cry. Dreams, dreams, dreams. Lessons and guidance from the nights scenes.
I am a dreamer day and night... 'What better reason for night than to dream. What better reason for day than to make those dreams true.' Six years ago I had a dream that blew me away with its power and beauty. I still have scribbles and drawings of it. As it took place I was stood in an empty room looking out onto the beach, the marble patterned stormy seas and low heavy clouds. Both coloured slate grey. The skies heaved and were touched by the large roaring waves. The clouds burst into tornadoes that struck the ocean. The bursts and tornadoes were vibrantly filled with the colours of rainbows as they spun looking like DNA images...I was mesmerised...It lead me to the book shop and purchasing a publication on dream interpretations. This book almost has as much use as my dictionary and thesaurus (which is just about daily). From then I started keeping a diary of my dreams. Sometimes I scribble away, sometimes I have a break from recording, sometimes I forget as I wake.
A few days ago my dream diary opened on a daytime thought of mine written Spring 2016. It had me chuckle and smile. I smile as I type this. It reminded me of the art installation project I created, that filled all its rooms and locations with love, thanks to the beautiful people that took part across Cornwall and at Dunkirk refugee camp. After one of the workshop evenings I was so overwhelmed with the energy created I thought my heart and lungs were going to burst. In turn I asked the below and answered.
“ If this was your last breath what would you wish for?”
My reply, “That as I exhale I burst into billions of cells penetrated with absolute sunlight. Have them scatter around the world. Softly lower, one by one, on to each and every being. Illuminating them with pure happiness.”
I still connect with those words. I have tended to think that such words are the speech of the child in me. Instead I now think this is me. Always. The answer now is for this breath to be my daily way of living. Life has brought and taught me much. For which I am grateful. It brings challenges and I set my own. It brings joy and I discover more. I am here to live and share love until the being I am has its last breath. This is how I bring forward the words of the past.
“This is my breath. To be followed by another and another. I inhale. I receive love. I exhale. My breath disperses into billions of cells penetrated with absolute sunlight. They shower the world. Lower, one by one, on to each and every being. Illuminating them with pure happiness. Let this light be shared. Always.”
What do you wish for? Share your light.
Bethan loves the tales of life. From a moment of truth to the journeys we create with our wanders and imagination.