The Red Balloon

It was a resturant my daddy used to take me to every Sunday for breakfast - nope not donuts -
Pancakes

I found the book at a garage sale when the kids were little, I still have it.
- in 1956 the film was first released in the United States

A film critic for The New York Times Bosley Crowther ~ praised this film from France stating ~

"Yet with the sensitive cooperation of his own beguiling son and with the gray-blue atmosphere of an old Paris quarter as the background for the shiny balloon, he has got here a tender, humorous drama of the ingenuousness of a child and, indeed, a poignant symbolization of dreams and the cruelty of those who puncture them."

A dragonfly stopped by!

Late afternoon is the perfect time for me to take pictures this time of year. The weather conditions and sunshine was just perfect.  

I read somewhere ~

I had this dream last night ~

I saw him in the morning when I woke up ~

I saw him as I opened the car door ~

I was just taking pictures ~

This was no accident ~

This little dragonfly stopping by ~

The dragonfly is a creature of water symbolically she deals with thoughts, dreams and intuition, A sign of a balanced mind within  two realms of thought.

The dragonfly skates across the surface of the water which is symbolic of our “highest most thoughts” the daily, surface thoughts that primarily keep us going.

 

But, she knows she is on the edge of a vast watery depth of endlessly profound and potentially life-altering thoughts:

The thought process has begun, it is virtually the beginning of my endless about of energy to express the knowledge I have gained this past year and 1/2. 

Laugher, Hope, Healing

"I believe that imagination is stronger than knowledge - myth is more potent than history - dream are more powerful that fact - hope always triumphs over experience - laughter is the cure for grief - love is stronger than death"
Robert Fulghum

She had a dream ~

Don't know why I'm telling you this...

"I had a dream of you Jon and his sister. She wasn't in the dream physically.
She was mentioned but you and Jon were there she was away at college.
It seemed so real. It was strange because we knew Jon had passed.
You gave me some clothes to change into and I'm not sure why.
I changed in the room where Jonathan passed which was a small bedroom.
Weird thing is, his body was still in there. He lay there helplessly, but I didn't cry, you woke him up. We talked about how his couldn't go in the room anymore ever since "it" happened.
You went downstairs after waking him up to get him food, then he looked at me and smiled. His speech was all screwed up but I could see he knew exactly who I was and knew he loved me through his eyes and expression. His speech returned to normal and he hugged me and said I love you. You came in with a sandwich and cookies and that was all I could remember. I woke up and felt heartache. I miss him so much.
At the same time, I'm so glad I still dream of him.
It's strange how in a dream when someone is "gone" they can still be alive.

I love you momma. I hope you're doing okay."

It's time; this first anniversary, just around the corner, and so close you can taste it. I am not surprised as I too am experiencing dreams, I hear his voice call to me "ma" it's okay I love you. Just before I lay down to sleep I hear his voice "ma, I love you", comforting yet tearful and so sad.

Do you remember last year all the activity we felt within the house, the incidents? There has been much activitiy in this house as I sit here each day alone. For unknown reasons I collapse and just weep until I can weep no more; and then all of a sudden I feel his presence he is lifting me gently up off the floor.

No, it is not strange; if was him it was not just my mind telling me his is trying to bring me the peace and strength to get through the next few days. This could all be part of our grieving process. As it is my choice to believe that he is hear; I choose that he is here.
It is what I want to believe.

I do often wonder about his other three his three good buddies, [friends] the one's that showed up drunk after the service to pay their respects and to say goodbye one last time, I often wonder if their dreams are nightmares?

I also pray for the other children now that I know that six from the same school, the same age, died this past year. I hope to do something special for all of them, I keep running into so many obstacles. I am only one. I do believe that somehow I will get this done.