Dreamy birthday

Dreamy birthday

Have you ever heard that when you dream, you are all the characters in your dream? You are the one having the dream. You are the one in the dream. You are all of the characters who interact with you. You are the car, the plane, the room, the furniture, the wide stairway, the swimming pool, the colorful air you fly through, the gate, the bridge, the open prairie, and the costumes everyone wears. You take on all the metaphoric personae and play through scenarios and learn how to deal with situations when you are in your waking state. In your sleeping state you are the stuff you dream about.
 
So Lola Ginabrigida, who is celebrating her tenth birthday this Saturday, as I watch her twitch and tail flex in her slumber, must, with her muffled bark, be all about the chase. She is herself. She is the squirrel. She is the yard. She is the tree the squirrel clamors to. She is the branch the squirrel taunts her from. She is her partner in play, Camille, who races by her side. She is the fragrant mulch; the elbow high grass. She is the squirrel, bird, and rabbit traces. She is the green sky. She is a reflection of (her) nature.
 
She’s not all things at once. She is what she focuses on in the moment.
 
She is all things at once. She is nature’s child. Happy birthday, Lola G.