Paul's Corner

Yes, Paul, when someone you have lost comes back to you in a dream, you wake up feeling so great! It's like having them back for a little while. It also emphasizes that the universe transends time and space. It is one and the same and love the biggest part. Linda

It wasnt a dream.

Love was hugged me as he did.

I'm glad your brother still visits you. He sounds like a pretty cool brother! and the two of you seem to know the pretty places, sitting by the ocean, watching the sea gulls, I always love that, although I don't live anywhere near the ocean. Too bad!

And yes, I do believe that hope and faith get us through many situations in life where without them we would give up and thus close ourselves off to growing, learning, and taking that flying leap of faith and learning to land gracefully on our feet.

For your negotiations mentioned in the previous post, I wish you the best of luck, wisdom, the knowledge of where you can compromise and where not. You know what you need, go get it! Be yourself, be true to yourself in every way! and have fun in the process. Enough wishes for one morning ...

I posted on the last thread Paul, not that anyone but you can make these important decisions.

I'm envious that you get visits from you brother. I've had dreams of my sister and grandmother and they were comforting, but I've never dreamed of my Dad, let alone felt, touched or seen his presence.

I saw a woman that looked so much like my grandmother at the grocery store recently, that I shamelessly stared. I wanted to soak up every detail. Right after my sister died, I sw her everywhere and it took a long time to accept the fact that I couldn't just call her up. Death creates a terrible void. And on the faith and food issue:try to let go.

Nothing we have comes from anything we've done alone. Paul you could do everything you think is right and still be in a pit of despair and poverty. I really believe everything comes from a higher source. When you really let this soak into your mind it frees you in such an awesome way.

It doesn't mean we don't have to step-up. It just means that the door we stepped up to was always meant to open. We had the freewill to walk by it without knocking, but we chose to knock. Naturally, not every door we bang on will open, but there's a reason for this and in hindsight it will be clear.

I know you'll make the right decision.
Whitney

Yes, Paul we are never alone. I believed that every moment of our life on this earth (in joy as well as in despair) our loved ones who have gone before us visits us to remind us we are never alone. They will always be with us. Not just our loved ones but most of all our creator (no matter what you call HIM. Remember "Footprints in the Sand".
I lost my husband several years ago and with 2 girls in college I called upon HIM(all the time angry at times) and was able to get through everything. I just believed and continued to hope. It was the greatest hurdle of my life. I thought taking the bar exam was the greatest hurdle in my life but I think my being able to go through life without my best friend beside me was the greatest and now I feel that I can go through anything with my Creator's help , of cour You have three beautiful girls and a wonderful wife and you are BLESSED. Have FAITH and HE will surely se you through. You are a wonderful actor and for me,my family and friends, here in San Francisco. We think you are a BETTER ACTOR than Keanu. GOOD LUCK!!!

what is there to say? listened to the prez, we're going in...

Oh, bluedog! If ever there was a need for faith and hope, it's now. Right after Bush's speech, I saw an announcement that Australia will be sending in troops. Those young men and women are in our thoughts and prayers, Paul.

Shalom,
Diane

Dear Paul,

This is Janie. And I'm not eleven years old. O live in the IMAGINATION of a lady who completed an "Inner child" workshop. Sorry if I didn't make that clear. We should all get in touch with our eleven year old selves once in a while. Two things. One, you are in the triligy dvd that was put out with SB in it. There is an image of you following him into the midnight showing at Cannes. I'll send it to you if you want. Just tell me where.

Secondly, I think you should concentrate on writing more. Maybe that's the vehicle for your creativity???? You are so wonderfully good at capturing bits and pieces of life.

God bless you. I hope things work out.

Janie

Two,

I wish I could say good morning, but it's hard, considering we're going to war. God help us!

My love and positive thoughts for everyone. And Janie, I caught the "imaginary' part of your post. You would have been a wise child indeed. Eleven was a special time, but I liked ten better. In truth, I'm the same person in my mind that I was then. I've learned things and had adventures, but it's always been the same "me". I wonder how people loose touch with the original essence of who they are in their minds when they first arrive? I'm glad you're back in touch with that foundation of your personality.

Mil, Evelyn! I woke up and didn't find email from either of you. I'm going into withdrawls!

Must walk my dog.
Love,
whit

I'm back from my walk and I compulsively came to the Corner to see if anyone had posted :( I'm still on Spring Break.

Janie, I think Paul is a fantastic and insightful writer too. Many of his family are hoping he compiles some of the words that he puts on the site. I wonder if he could illustrate his work? Paul do you draw?

Please don't interpret this as an attempt to push my belief system, but I had an interesting experience in the park this morning and I want to share.

I'm reading a revised version of a metabolism boosting diet that I did when I was 25. At the time, I'd reached 145lb and had been 115lb just 5 years earlier. I remember standing in the shower and asking for Higher Order help, knowing full well that would undoubtably involve a lot of work on my part. I went to the library and after much research, I found "The Hilton Head Metabolism Diet". I did it. It worked!

Anyway, to make a long story short, I was reading it while my dog was checking out the park, when a woman walks by my car, obviously walking for exercise, and looks over at me. I try to give everyone a smile, but you never know what you'll get back, so I wasn't surprised when she got this odd look on her face and kept looking at me.

Initially I thought, "Oh, here's an unfriendly person." when in truth, she was looking at the book I had in my hand: a revised version of the metabolism diet I did years ago. To my surprise with a tone of desperation in her voice, she said "Anything new?"

Well, it doesn't take much to get me going on about this program; it worked so well for me back then ( I used it successfuly a second time as well) She mentioned that she'd tried everything and she had been praying for help.

I've always felt that finding this diet was an answer to my personal prayers, so I told her about my own personal request for help and I gave her the sticker from the back of the book so that she'd have the exact name. She was so excited! Mayber this was her answer she said. I like to think so.

Love,
whit

Wow just caught up with all the posts. Paul I do hope you are able to negotiate an amiable contract with all the necessary accoutrements for you.
Thanks for sending all those postive thoughts guys, but I fell apart anyway. I took the "way out" too far and was hospitalized until today. I think they've got my meds stabalized now so I can at least function. And I'll start therapy next week to help with my day to day issues. I have a coping problem. It's hard to describe it but god I hope I never get that low again. It just came on fast and furious.
This war thing has me uptight. I worry about my children. Mostly the impact it will have on their lives. It's such an uncertain thing. I know I can't fix or change everything, but still I worry.
Paul I'm very very excited for you. You need to do it, because it'll give me something to look forward to. I am going to go see it. But if you're going to flash the audience I'll have to bring my shades. : )
Aunt Mil, so very happy everything was such a bang.
Anyway just wanted to check in. Sorry but I'm still kind of drugged up and having trouble with names..so to everyone here god bless and pray to your higher power for love and peace for everyone. This could be a really nasty fight.

Your mate

Tim

Janie, good to hear from you again - to live in the imagination of... is that the same as living within the soul of someone? I think so. Our inner child is such an important part of who we are. To ignore any part of ourself is not the best thing. To welcome ourself, to embrace all of who we are - even the bits we dont like - is an acknowledgement of the special being we are and from that point we are able to fully explore ourselves.

Tim I am sorry to hear that you fell apart. I do not know what to say to you about it. Depression, a chemical imbalance in the body these things
- this dis - ease with ones self, with life is no easy thing to live with nor understand. I only ask that you be gentle with yourself.

I struggle with my own dis - ease with living and try to take that same advice - know when to fight, know when to let go, know when to laugh and know when to cry. When you dont know what to do look around at the good things in your life embrace them, embrace yourself, embrace your inner child, come to the Corner...

There is no easy answer or way. Just know that we all care for you and send our love, thoughts and strength.

Whitney, I love your story. You answered someones prayer. Serendipity - ask and you shall recieve.
Forget the religious conotation - just the acting of asking opens oneself to recieving. Sometimes we are so focused on the question that we blind ourselves to the answer which more often than not is standing right in front of us.

Paul, your observations are keen. So many times I've been sure I knew what the solution was, only to find that my conviction was unfounded and only clouded my view of the best approach waiting at my fingertips.

Timbo, remember you aren't alone. Many of us experience depression. Some of us suffer more than others and I'm sad to hear that you're one of the folks hit the hardest. Try to remind yourself that this is a chemical state of mind that makes everything appear bleaker regardless of reality. Though I know you have situational sources of natural sorrow as well, soon this dark mood will pass. Just hang in there until it does. I'll be thinking of you and doing what I can to send hope your way. You know we all adore you, so don't do anything that would deprive us of your loving presence. Come to the Corner as Paul suggested and soon those meds will be doing their job.

My genuine love to all of you. May we wake to a world of peace and not war.

Good night Paul and All.
Good night Millie and my little sis Evelyn.

Love and Peace,
Whit

Sending virtual hugs and loving thoughts your way, Dear Tim...

Katalina

Tim...You should be proud of yourself and your ability to pick yourself up and begin again. Sadly, we all have our demons to battle.

Good day for me, I think. One of two left in the battle for the big fat client. Will I be the last one standing? And, if so, will I want to be there? I am so driven I must perserve regardless of the outcome. I am, though, keeping the "force" of the Corner with me still.

Linda

And, with the world going crazy does any of this matter?

Linda

Linda, glad to hear you're reaping the benefits of our collective energy. The Corner Current? Hope everything continues in your favor.

Tim, I know how dark those days can be. I wish you better days and serenity of spirit.

We went to a peace vigil Sunday night. I spoke to a woman just back from Iraq. The people she spoke to there did not understand why they must once again be the victims of a war. Moveon.org is suggesting that everyone keep a light in their window for peace until the war is over. We just lit our candles.

Much love to Paul and everyone here in our little corner of the world.

Michelle in Chicago

I really am going to sleep this time, but couldn't resist a peek at the Corner;)

I forgot to say congratulations to Linda! who knows what tomorrow holds, but I think you have better than a 50/50 chance of winning this client with the Corner in your corner. I wish I'd told people about the Guggenheim I just got turned down for. Maybe things would have gone differently. Maybe next year.

Knock 'em dead Linda!!!!!!

Tim, re-read Whitney's post. We all adore you. When your body chemistry tries to unravel you, take some deep breaths and feel our presence, just as Paul did at his call-back. It took me some time to learn how to float through those turbulent days; but now I know that I will make it through. You will, too. Calm and peace will eventually return.

Let's hope calm and peace will return to our world sooner rather than later. Yes, Michelle. I've been really busy, but I'll put my candle in the window tomorrow.

Continued good wishes, Linda. In these crazy times, it's may be even more important to focus on your dreams. They can be a lifeline that keep us from being pulled under by worry and fear.

Thanks for the story, Whitney. I believe.

Thanks, Paul, for your wise words to Tim. We're always trying to find our balance, aren't we?

Peace and love,

Diane

Dearest Timbo,

Okay, so you had a temporary setback, but we all know that you will soon be able to "pick yourself up, brush yourself off, and start all over again..."

You know how we all love you, and everyone on the Corner is in your Corner..once the meds get straightened out, you'll be feeling better, and ready to tackle each day with that spirit that we know and love..

Right now Ellie and I are in a funky mood, like they say, with the situation in the Middle East.

Our daughter in Jerusalem told us not to worry, in spite of the fact she and hubbie have stocked their house with 3 days of bottled water and food.

There are 6 of our grandchildren in the household, and 3 other married ones living outside the home. They are religious and speak of
the spirit of "Hashem" (God) that is with them.

Ellie and I must become believers to get through
this, and my heart goes out to all the young men and women in uniform and their families who must be feeling the same trepidation.

On a lighter note, we had a marvelous visit with our Whit...I can't brag enough about this special young woman. The seniors took to her immediately! She took lots of pictures that may be posted on the Web with Evelyn's help!

Follies was a smash, if one could believe all the accolades that we are still getting, a week after!
Wherever we go, people stop us and comment how marvelous and entertaining it was...no one left before the final curtain! We had a sellout
both nights. (970 seats each performance.)

The cast gave its all, and was enhanced by gorgeous new lighting, a new sound system, and great costumes! The opening, with the cast dancing to "Moonlight Serenade" and then going into the singing of "Love Is In the Air" was mentioned often as a highlight, first off! A video tape was made of the complete show, and I'll be getting it in a month. Our video club is editing it, and they do a great job!

Until later, with prayers,

Grandma

Love, peace, hope and comfort to all today to PC and to our world.

Love,
Katalina

* Hi Inn..whereforeart thou?

somber mood today - hoping against hope that there will be no war, won't happen though, will it?

granny mil, you and your family are in my daily thoughts...have to believe all will be well...

timmer...thinking of you too...sorry about your setback - in spite of your illness, you still manage to keep a spark in your posts...

later all....

I think its very important that you keep your brother in your thoughts. Don't lose hope. Everything will turn out fine.

I agree Marie. And Paul, you said something similar in your description of the inner child concept in an earlier post. Those psychological studies I'm always mentioning also indicate that it's detrimental to our mental health to cut ourselves off from any part of our selves, especially from our past selves.

I'm glad you and your brother had some happy memories to share: his warm smile, his arm around your shoulder. I wish I'd been closer to my sister, but she felt this strong need to be seperate from me. We were only 18 months apart. It wasn't until after her death that I cut my hair shorter than shoulder length ( I adopted a few of her other visual characteristics). That was her "style". I wanted to let her be different if it was so important to her.

Right after she died, I really did hear her calling my name all the time and I would see people on the street that looked like her. I would watch them and cherish the characteristics that they shared with her: delicate hands, the color of her hair, her petite frame. I didn't want to see their faces; then I'd "know" it wasnt Kim.

I'd hoped that we would be closer as we got older, but she'll be 29 forever (whatever "forever" is). If we live recklessly, we can die a premature death. Seems obvious doesn't it?
So.......
Take care of yourselves, as I love all of you,
Whit :)

Bless you Whitney, U r very precious!

Katalina

Back in High School, a year after my mom's death in '95', I had a dream. I was at a Jewish Community Center. Suddenly, in front of me, a golden bridge appeared from heaven and connected to earth(similar to Jacob's Dream). I went up on the bridge and immediately saw my mom at the pearly gate. She hugged me and then said, "I'm two months pregnant." Is that strange or what? Everybody, what is your opinion?

Sara

P.S.: It is so hot today. Make sure you drink plenty of water.

Sara

I don't think anythings strange. All of us are contacted through means that are only known to us. The only type of contact I ever have with my mom is in my dreams. But it is very real. If I went down to the pier where we put her ashes out I might have a more "real" experience. That's why I like to visit from time to time. I hope to visit there soon.

Thanks everyone for your positive thoughts. I left the salon today. If nothing else I'll be cleaning big ass houses for $30/hour until something comes around. Meanwhile, I'm going to focus on getting my shit together and take care of me, so I can take care of my family.
In therapy at the hospital I surprised everyone with my passion for dance and told them about tap and a little about Paul's corner and we were all mates here. I'm not sure how they took that, but I really don't care. I told them Wednesday nights were one of my favorites days b/c of dance. But we're not going tonight b/c I want to watch the news. It's got me too nervous and the medicine is still hiked up so high I stay pretty lethargic.

Thanks to one and all for being my friend.

Peace to everyone, pray for a quick end to this fiasco.

Tim

Paul -
I was at the ocean all last week, awaiting inspiration, guidance, a message, SOMETHING! But nothing came. Perhaps I was seeking too hard, eh?

They come when they are least expected.

Blessings, my friend. I'll catch up on the posts later, when this heap of work I left behind gets done.

In Their Arms,
Dhiana

paul, sounds like the sun is shining on you these days. congratulations on being offered the part.

cheers everyone.

Texas and Dhiana: the prodigal posters! Everyone has missed you. No, really! ;)

Tim, don't let the "news" freak you out. This could be a vulnerable time for you. I'm not saying bury your head in the sand, but don't overdo. An SB intermission is recommended.

So you really love dance? I really love to sing! I wonder why we aren't doing what we love? Maybe that's part of the reason we're depressed.

Love and Peace all over everyone,
Whitney

Sara, I thought about your dream and here's the first interpretation I came up with. Bear in mind, I studied Freud, but I'm not limiting myself to his theories. I run on an intuitive path based on personal experience.

My best guess, is that you want to believe in heaven and that it's important for you to know your mother is there, behind those pearly gates. I believe she is, though I can't imagine what heaven is like. It's beyond my imagination.

Naturally, you fear death. It comforts me to think of all the people who've gone before me. Where ever they've gone, I will likely go also. I used to panic about it and I'd turn on the tv and say to myself "All of these people will die too. You aren't alone." As Morrison put it "No one here, gets out alive."

Correct me if I'm wrong, but she said she was pregnant? I would interpret that as an attempt, by your subconsciouse, to bring her back into your world. To have two babies would mean she was your "Mom" again: a cherished memory. Are you an only child? Did you have siblings? Did you want them?

You're blessed by these opportunities to work through, what is, for most women, one of their greatest losses. I hope I haven't said anything that upset you.

On a lighter note, I'll share the earliest memory of a dream I have. This is a real hoot:

I was only four and my mother had to leave my dad: divorce. One night, during this time, I dreamed that aliens had captured my mother, turned her into a giant turd (It's ok to laugh!) and placed her in a large cardboard box.

I peered into the box and, there was my mother: a giant piece of human excrement! I knew she'd never be the same. Here's how I've interpreted that unforgetable dream:

I'd lost may dad, so Mother was all I had. To survive, I had to have her, so my fear of loosing her was probably at its highest. I had also just been potty trained (feel free to laugh again!) so I was struggling with the concept of this disappearing turd: flushing toilet. For me it had become a symbol of everything that disappeared, never to return.

I'm guessing the cardboard box was a visual reference to the boxes that transported our belongings back to WV. We kept them as toys. They were so big!

Well, that's all the dream interpretation for tonight. Do I have a knack for this or what?

Sleep well, work well,
Love,
Whit

ps Good night sweet Mil.

Whitney,

Thanks for the interpretation and for sharing your own dream. On the contraire, I was four years old when my mom and dad divorced. I lived with my dad and his partner Ken for almost 20 years. I am an only child, but I was hoping for a brother or sister. Of course it was too late. By the time I was three, mom and dad separated. How should I know, I was little then. As far as death, I had two near death experiences. Here are my near death experiences below.

1. When I was 10, I had tubes put in my ears. While in the operation, my heart stopped. I was suddenly in a multi-colored polka-dotted tunnel. At the end of the light, I saw a man. So peaceful. Then I went back into my body.

2. When I was 12, I was at Camp Coleman. On this canopy covered bench area, I was laying there. Suddenly, I was in this black tunnel. When I saw the light, I decided to go back into my body.

Thanks for making me laugh. In other words, I have a smybolic dream I would like to share with you.

In my dream, there were twelve cups in a row. On the eleventh cup, there were two sub-ordinary cups filled with red wine. Here are the interpretations below.

Interpretation #1: The 12 cups represents the sons of Jacob. The eleventh cup is Joseph. The two sub-ordinary cups are Manesseh and Ephriam, Joseph's two sons.

Interpretation #2: The 12 cups represents the 12 months. The eleventh cup stand for November. The two sub-ordinary cups are twins. I could either concieve or deliver twins in November.

Anybody else want to share their dreams?

Bye now,

Sara

I love to sing, too, Whitney. Always feel better when I sing. One of these days, I want to learn to play the piano so that I can accompany myself. What kind of music do you like to sing: jazz, pop, country, showtunes?

All this talk of dreams...

I dreamt last night that I was very busy, rushing around (no news, there). Finally, I had a chance to sit down at some event. But then a young girl (maybe 11), who had helped organize the event appeared to be very stressed and tired. She asked me if I would get her some food. While I was out picking up her lunch, I saw a fun hat at a thrift shop that I thought she'd like, so I bought that, too. As I returned with her food, I noticed that the lining of the hat was falling a part and that there was a seam in the hat had come apart. I was distressed at that, but decided that I could probably repair the hat.

I've read that when we dream, the people we dream about are aspects of ourselves. I suspect that this girl was my inner child. I remember being surprised that nobody was taking care of her. My inner child needs sustenance and playtime. Meanwhile, I'm offer to another conference tomorrow and I'm really tired. I've promised myself (and my inner child) that on Sunday, we may loaf ALL DAY! If anybody else has an interpretation, feel free to jump in. (I'll have to respond on Saturday when I return.)

Love and peace to you all!

Diane

Mildred and Elliott, we know that this is an especially difficult time for you. You and your family are in our thoughts and prayers.

Shalom,

Diane

Whitney and Diane...Thanks for your kind words of encouragement.

Bless and keep everyone safe. Channel your engery toward peace.

Linda

Dear Diane,

Thank you for your thoughts and prayers. "Shalom" is what we desire for all.

I was up at 3:00 a.m. (it was 10:00 a.m. in Israel) and even though there was an overnight attempt to get Saddam and entourage, apparently that failed.

We hope and pray for a quick and successful resolution!

Love,

Millie and Ellie

Morning Grandma and Ellie. I know you're worried, but try to make yourself eat breakfast and take a nap for your adopted daughter/granddaughter. I love you.

Diane, I like your dream interpretation. The little girl probably was you! Did you have a working mother or was there no one to provide your basic needs regularly? did you have to take care for younger siblings? Maybe you take care of others more than you take care of yourself. I used to do that.

The way I interpret the hat is as a symbol of unexpected disappointment in a situation of seemingly good fortune. You might have just been upset that your gift wasn't in good shape. I think I've had similiar dreams.

I haven't had a stereo in my car for about 8 years so I sing some pretty unusual stuff. I love Motown! Funk! Lots of oldies and even hymns from my childhood that I don't know all the words to. Does anyone know of a good lyric site for 60's and 70's tunes? I've tried to find them, but found only a few and they didn't have what I was looking for.

Sara, how cool that you've had after-life experiences. I've read about them and I learned that after having one, most people aren't afraid of death any more.

This is just a guess of course, but could your pregnant mom represent your desire for the early days or for siblings?

On your second dream, are you saying you're pregnant? I don't know the old testament well. Is it the book you refer to? You have some interesting dreams! I'm glad you laughed at my "turd dream". You can imagine why this is an unforgettable!

I'll have to find work for the Summer. Do you need a co-worker Tim. I'm a damn good house cleaner. I just have to be careful of my back.

Worthy says it's time to go OUT.
Love,
whit

Aunt Mil...I'm sending positive vibes your way. I know you are worried about your family. That is a strange and hard feeling I'm sure. It makes my depression pale in comparison, although I still feel pretty numb.
I have been enjoying watching Moulin Rouge. Aunt Mil who does Tara play?? the whore..the dancer that dances between all the men??? She doesn't look at all the same....WOW. What a changed woman. Please advise.
Peace to everyone. Pray to your higher powers for a quick end to this awful mess. I don't want anything to get in the way of my trip to Australia for Paul's show. BTW I have an interview tomorrow.

Later you guys...

Thinking of everyone and your safety

Tim

Dearest Timbo,

Ellie and I are holding up okay, so far, thanks for thinking of us. Of course, the war has barely started..Saddam has escaped assassination by cruise missiles but I'm sure he'll get his soon enough!

About Tara: In the beginning of "Moulin Rouge" as the camera sweeps over the roofs of Paris in a gray color, it suddenly swoops down to the street, where you see a priest on the left, and then, suddenly, on the right, three women appear, one leaning against the wall, and the other two disappearing to the right.

The one leaning against the wall turns to the camera, blows smoke, and in a gigantic closeup of her face, disappears too...that is my Tara Morice!

I don't know why she was relegated to the street..she got credit at the end.."Tara Morice, Prostitute." Big deal! You'd think that she could have gotten a better role being her long time partner and father of her child, Craig Pearce, wrote the screenplay, and Baz Luhurmann worked with her when "Strictly Ballroom" was just a short stage play!

I recognized her immediately...under all that makeup and floppy hair were her beautiful expressive eyes, the ones that wowed Scott in another time and place!

Paul, do you ever hear from her? Shhh, a secret..I love her too...together you are the dynamic duo of Kendall's Studio!

Love,

Grandma

Omg, Whitney, I about burst my bloomers on the "turd" dream! But I think you're interpretation is pretty good. And Sara, I think your GUT instincts, those first-thought interpretations are the most accurate. It's a wonderful gift that you can remember your dreams. I've always been a visualist, and the dreams I have had have been incredible.

Most recently, while exhausted from playing my four-night stint in Buffalo at an Irish festival (after just arriving home from vacation Friday afternoon!), I was obviously over tired while driving home at 1:00am. So I pulled over into the rest stop, took out my contact lenses and crawled into my sleeping bag for some rest. HA! I dreamt I had MARVELOUS ooey-yummy sex with my guitar player! (Which I would never, in a hundred years, do of course.) But I saw him the next night, and immediately remembered the dream, blushed FURIOUSLY, then blurted out why I wsa blushing so as to clear the air.

WELL...then we had the "other people in dreams are extentions of yourselves" conversation. And I was like, "DAMN! I am a GREAT blues guitarist then and I didn't even know it?!" Ah well...c'est la vie.

Well, more later on the near death and dreams, I must go get my son.

Tim, darling, so glad to hear of your bravery and committment to yourself. I thought of you when we whisked through Georgia.

Smooches,
Dhi

Dear Paul..and everyone else,

This is Janie. I am so amazed that Paul and Whitney (and I suppose everyone else)..has such easy access to their inner child. It was difficult for me. I guess that's why your're in touch with your creativity and I, alas, am not. I'm working on it though..

I did have a bizarre thought that could only come from an 11 year old...Paul, why on't you take the posts here and turn them into a children's story? I could easily see you as Peter Pan...and Whitney or Evelyn as Wendy. Maybe Tim could be Captian Hook??? The rest of us could be the lost boys...and girls. aren't we all basically little kids ??? Oh well, one can pretend.

I hope this war ends soon...(this is the old lady Jane speaking). I know we all pray for peace, but the world has changed forever since 9-11. Someone said "When you discover a rattlesnake in your living room all talk of animal rights becomes moot." ..I think the U.S. thinks a rattlesnake is in the house.and will for a long time.

God help us.

Goodnight everyone,

Janie

Evening Grandma. I'm thinking of you and yours.

Tim, I hope this interview goes your way. You're not quite as hyped about this one; maybe that'll work in your favor. I understand about the last interview. My little sister Audra is an RB at a bank (whatever that is) and they give her big, thick manuals to study for all the stuff one has to know about investments. They study for months before they take the test and it's still tough!

Dhiana, glad you laughed. I guess I'm not very good at other folks dreams, but that's to be expected as each person's mind is a beautiful and complex puzzle to those of us on the outside (and some of us on the in:).

I've had those odd dreams where I'm doing something that would never appeal to me. I seem to have dreams in three catagories: dreams of things I really want to happen, dreams of things I'm very afraid of happening and of course total nonsense dreams (those can be the best).

Janie, you've busted me. In truth, I've never grown up. I'm not sure how it happens, but I'm sure it involves work. It can't be as simple as putting on pants with elastasized waistbands. Maybe we'll both find a happy medium. Perpetual childhood has it's disadvantages just as, I suspect, perpetual adulthood does.

Sleep well my friends~~

p.s. I got back on my workout schedule Millie and Evelyn. You must have nailed me with that last kick!

Love,
Whit

Hello everyone,

I am Perla and this is my first post, although I have been reading all the post and have been frequenting your site Cat. It is so awesome to find a corner like this where everyone seems to know each other very well.(as if you guys are neighbors) I wish I could visit Australia to see Paul in the flesh dancing and acting. Paul I am a fan but I am past 18 and 40.

I love reading all your written thoughts on dreams and about getting in touch with our inner child. I think we do not really grow up fully for more often than not the child in us comes into the fore (every once in a while if not often).

Good luck to all of you I have a client waiting for me right now. It has been crazy around here in the Bay Area. A lot of the so called Peace Rallyist has became anarchist yesterday. I have to walk several blocks to get to work. HAve a Great DAy Guys & Dolls. MORE POWER TO YOU PAUL PEACE!!!!

Few comments today. Understandable.

I just want to tell everyone that I got the picture's form Millie's Follies 2003. I'll scan them, send them to Evelyn and then she'll post them to a page that everyone can visit. Mil and El absolutely shine in them. How can a photographer mess up with such subjects? You two are beautiful!

Love,
Whit

Perla, welcome and thank you,for after reading all the posts, finally saying hello.