"The mermaid is an archetypal image that represents a woman who is at ease in the great waters of life, the waters of emotion and sexuality. She shows us how to embrace our instinctive sexuality and sensuality so that we can affirm the essence of our feminine nature, the wisdom of our bodies, and the playfulness of our spirits. She symbolizes our connection with our deepest instinctive feelings, our wild and untamed animal nature that exists below the surface of out personalities. She is able to respond to her mysterious sexual impulses without abandoning her more human, conscious side. What happened to the girls who dreamed of being mermaids?"
#eating in the light of the moon
-Anita Johnson, ‘Eating in the Light of the Moon’ (via cristinaaaaaaaa)
over here! *waves*
I realised this morning that I have this recurring feature of my dreams which is that I have an avairy of birds (something I’ve been wanting for years and years) except I go way and I forget to feed them, I come back just in time before they die and feed them and give them water, but hen I get all worried about them becuase I know that as soon as I leave I’m going to forget to feed them again and this time they might die.
not the most positive image, and it’s kinda disturbing to realize the amount of times I’ve dreamed this. I mean, I get a lot or repeats in dreams but still…I wonder what’s going on here?
#basil the great mouse detective
screw all those pictures of emancipated women with beautiful faces and bags under their eyes blowing out clouds of smoke from some cigarette, I wanna pipe! a real Sherlock Holmes, basil the great mouse detective pipe, so I can live out my childhood dreams and challenge gender stereotypes and fuck hipsters all at the same time. yeah. that’s what I’m gonna do.
(sorry about the rise in bad language. I’m in a bit of a foul-yet excellent (!!) mood :P )
edit: it’s gonna be at the same place I’m gonna get the pretty teacups from.
hah! okay, so I had a dream, woke up early in the morning (as I tend to do) wrote it down in the pitch black darkness (which’ll be really funny to read later no doubt) in my new dream journal (!! actually, it’s not that exciting, it’s just an old workbook) and went back to sleep. and then proceeded to dream about my dream!! :D haha I find that funny…what u playin at eh, mr subconscious? ^o^
'There’s something quite fantastic about James Christensen’s bronze sculpture:
In dreams, it is said that wings represent a release of creative forces, that they give us the ability to understand and transcend the human condition. In religion, wings appear on angels, faeries, spirits and demons. In mythology, winged creatures are often messengers of the gods; they are a symbol of freedom and spirituality and a character having one wing is said to be lost in dreams.’