Triad, A Journy North and a Story

First part of the night I'm Triad me again, I'm telling myself about my Asthma and we are working on healing in.

I'm playing with ideas around control and surrender and mind and feeling.

The dream recall is Hazy,

I'm travailing in a cold sea there is ice, I'm heading north sometimes I'm in a boat and sometimes just swimming.   Something is following us, I'm trying to shake it and hide in a hotel.

A second dream of being on a planet, I can see a possible future while being in the now using my over-soul eyes from space while I'm on the planet.


I wrote a children's story today too, in my head it's a picture book I can see the drawings.  The story is -  The Oak Tree  :)


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The Oak Tree.

On a planet, on a, hill, A big beautiful Oak tree is growing in a field.

One branch near the top starts to get longer and longer.

He's so busy! He's being a branch, enjoying the view,  talking to the birds and trying to reach up to the beautiful sun light.

He’s passed the other branches and he's waving around on his own in the breeze.  The view is fantastic, he can see trees and  hills, it feels a little lonely but the sun is kind.  

He starts to notice he's attached to something else!   ‘What's that?’ He thinks.   He tugs a little harder in the breeze.    ‘Something is stopping me from flying away with the birds? Flying to the sun?  Holding me down? Keeping me back?’

The branch at first is a bit worried,  he starts to reach higher to the sun calling to him hoping it will save him from the thing that is dragging him down!
Up and up he grows!    While the beautiful the sun beams down on him.

The higher the branch gets the more he is blown about.

One dark and stormy night swinging wildly in a gale, afraid and alone the branch finally turns around to face the thing holding him down.   It’s HUGE! 
How will he ever escape from something so big. 
Miserable and alone the branch longs for the morning and the return of the sun shine. 

As the dawn starts to break the branch looks back at the giant shadow holding him back, it looks different in the light, he starts to make out other branches below that look just like him,  lots of them!

Confused the branch turns his attention away from the light watching the other branches.
Slowly the branch starts to remember, He’s not a branch!!  He’s a Tree!  

How could he have forgotten what he is.  How could he not have noticed the rest of him he chuckles to himself.

The tree explores he’s been so busy up here in this branch he’d completely forgotten about all his other branches!   He notices his acorns ripe from his growth filled with promise and potential and then he remembers his roots way way down in the warm dark earth.

He sees how hard his roots have been straining to support his lopsided stretching and how the earth has been nourishing his growth.
The tree relaxes into his new perspective and contentedly wriggles his roots deeper into the warm darkness below him.   

----  Drawing the piccys for it, I realised that the light source was in the wrong place for the sun... then I realised the main light source is the readers awareness.  Must add pics.


Ohhhh   -source  I had to google it -a place, person, or thing from which something originates or can be obtained.  :D