I just took an online class to create this “Laundry Day” collage and it sure did cause me to recall many memories of the times spent hanging clothes out on a clothesline when growing up in the 50’s in Illinois.
In my dream last night I was a worker who was part of a cleanup team that cleared out and cleaned up houses that had been recently vacated for some reason, perhaps by people moving away or from them passing on from this life.
In this one particular scene I and others in my group, who I don’t know, no one was revealed to me, came upon a storage shed that was filled with old, quality made, wooden objects, like hand carved lamps and such. One of my companions wondered if the people would be returning to take these items as they seemed to be of value, but though they were beautifully carved wood they were outdated, and I thought that might be the reason they were left behind.
At the end of the shelf I saw a tambourine, and when I picked it up it made no sound. I saw it was because it had no jingles, only braided leather ropes hanging down. I swished it back and forth but it was silent.
Then I awoke and am now pondering what this dream might mean, either for me or someone else.
One thought I had was that instruments or objects weren’t being used for the purpose they’d been created for.
The tambourine wasn’t meant to be silent. It’s jingles we’re missing rendering it useless, but why it had leather braids is still a mystery to me…
Also, the fine quality carved wood lamps were not being used for the purpose they were created for. They were being hidden in a storage unit, sitting idle in a shelf, not showing the beautiful workmanship of their creator and not shining their light as they were supposed to do.
Hmmmm… interesting thoughts…
(I tried drawing as best I could the images I saw in my dream, also now wondering if the carved diamond shapes have any meaning…)
When I saw the meaning of this poetic form titled “Alouette”, which is French word meaning ‘skylark’ or larks that fly high, .I was excited to try it out as it immediately made me think of the Meadowlark’s that live in the meadow near my home.
I love hearing their beautiful songs and I had thoughts of writing a charming poem about them and their melodies, romantic, lovely, flutelike, glorious, words that inspire and uplift!
Well, upon researching the Meadowlark, I found that their song is sung only to mark their territory! It is not a love song, it is not a glorious song of joy, (as it seems it is when heard) it is just a warning song of sorts, one that let’s other birds know they cannot trespass on the land the lark lives on. So, my dreamy thoughts deflated, I wrote a poem about them as best as I could. 🙂