Legs

Dear universe,

Last night, I had the strangest dream. In it, I am on a gurney alone in a hospital room. I look down at my body and I see that my left knee has stitches on it. Below that knee is someone else's leg attached in place of my own. Somehow I know that it belongs to an old man, all wrinkly, spotted and hairy. It even has a loafer on. It also makes my left leg longer than my right. As I makeshift hobble out of the room, the hospital suddenly is turned into a large antiques warehouse. I am told that if I want my leg, I must look for it. The search goes on for a long while- I find numerous legs: doll legs, frog legs, chair legs, mannequin legs, wooden pegs and even claw feet that belong to an old tub before I suddenly spot it across the room placed atop a large chest- my leg, a short copper toned extension of moi. The dream ends as I slowly make my way towards it through a maze of musky antique pieces.

There has to be a meaning behind this. I wonder if this dream means I am off balance. My life isn't necessarily all marshmallows and daisies, but whose life is? Perhaps it is time to reassess and reflect.

Finding my legs,
My

I See, I See

Dear universe,

There are too many people who say they know so many things, as opposed to too many things. Our lives are becoming increasingly inundated with arrogance as our knowledge of technology and society grows. Things become increasingly polished until eroded into obsolescence. On the flip side, there are those who shun that sort of cerebral knowledge in favor of becoming a spiritual know-it-all. Since when did we become visionary geniuses ambling our inflated selves toward enlightenment? While knowledge yields benefits, it also comes at prices we don't consider too often. In all this creation of knowledge, we sacrifice ways of truly knowing lessons and skills we learn from exploration, tact and humility. We forget we learn to see.

Visual charades,
My