Dream…just Dream


“Dream a little dream of me” was sung by Ella Fitzgerald and The Mama’s and the Papa’s. People perk up when someone says, “I had a dream last night.” It’s interesting, and it is mystical. It is deeply personal. Most dreams are not understood but the value is there whether we understand it or not.

Last night I dreamed but woke up to the memory of moving through a dream but no real logic or pictures were coming to me. Crazy how that happens. My dream journal is filled with the dreams I do remember but I was shocked the one morning I woke up to no clear memory of them. I missed the recall. I was disappointed. They have become a constant, like a friend.

They are usually in threes. One transitioning into another and then into the one I remember when I wake up. I write them down from the last to the first because I seem to remember them better that way. I have many months memories recorded in my journal file. They make me laugh and cry. They tell a story, but they also have an indicator light effect.

The gist of them usually show me where angst abides or where I need to practice forgiveness. Some are playful and I am grateful for those. Many, many are going, doing, and trying to make sense or see a pattern frustrates me. I give up doing that, but I do seem to find peace in that so often they point me to being at peace with being me. If I am prompted to take action after reviewing one then I do. Sometimes that means sitting back and meditating or praying about the situation. Sometimes I call or check on the person I had the dreams about, but mostly I smile and send warm thoughts and healing energy to those images so that the realm of angels that know what is needed will deliver whatever is necessary to those involved including myself.

Each night becomes a canvas upon which to paint the most intriguing landscapes and stories. I often look forward to the stories that will be told during the REM state which I am graciously allowed. Now, if only I can feel that same intrigue about the life I awake to and lay down the judgement or my thoughts surrounding how the day must go. I don’t do that to my dreams. Why would I do that to my waking hours? Why not enjoy the mystery! Okay, so dream a new dream. That may apply to the state we find ourselves in daily as well as while asleep. Many thanks to our dreams whether awake or asleep. To all who read this…Dream a little dream…


Cloud Burst Psalm 19:1



American King James Version
The heavens declare the glory of God; and the firmament shows his handiwork. Psalm 19:1

Blessings from above fall into this post. May our spirits be lifted in the mundane to the greatness of the elements. We have no control over how the clouds burst open and shine light on us. I am grateful for such  surprises. In our most trying moments being outside for the simplest tasks can take the burden of the moment and turn it into a gift of energy. The ancient words “Seek and ye shall find, knock and the door shall be open to you…” Matt. 7:7-8. When we allow ourselves to notice these gifts they offer healing to our very spirit. I love the tradition of the Orthodox Christians who use the words from The Nicene Creed as follows:

“We believe in one God the Father Almighty, Maker of heaven and earth, and of all things visible and invisible.

And in one Lord Jesus Christ, the only-begotten Son of God, begotten of the Father before all worlds, God of God, Light of Light, Very God of Very God, begotten, not made, being of one substance with the Father by whom all things were made; who for us men, and for our salvation, came down from heaven, and was incarnate by the Holy Spirit of the Virgin Mary, and was made man, and was crucified also for us under Pontius Pilate. He suffered and was buried, and the third day he rose again according to the Scriptures, and ascended into heaven, and sitteth on the right hand of the Father. And he shall come again with glory to judge both the quick and the dead, whose kingdom shall have no end.

And we believe in the Holy Spirit, the Lord and Giver of Life, who proceedeth from the Father and the Son, who with the Father and the Son together is worshipped and glorified, who spoke by the prophets. And we believe one holy catholic and apostolic Church. We acknowledge one baptism for the remission of sins. And we look for the resurrection of the dead, and the life of the world to come. Amen.”

Wow! There is so much to this creed. Look for one moment to the “God of God, Light of Light, Very God of Very God, begotten, not made, being of one substance with the Father by whom all things were made;” speaking of Jesus. “…Light of Light…being of one substance with the Father…who for us men, … came down from heaven…” Now think to the Light as “Very God of Very God…” Think to the energy we are given daily if we only open our spirits to receive it. There is so much in this writing I do not do it justice by picking and choosing what to illuminate, but I sit in awe of our source and our heritage. We are one, we are united. We can accept it. We can know because of where we have originated and who our creator is, we can “…look for the resurrection of the dead, and the life of the world to come. Amen”

Next time you go outside look to see if there is a hint from the cloud burst to the very essence of all life-giving force, spirit, God. Let that picture burn into your essence how we walk as spirit in human form rather than the opposite. May the earth and the sky and the water and fire and ice and all the elements give your spirit the boost it needs to finish strong. Give thanks to the “Maker of heaven and earth, and of all things visible and invisible.” Let it be so.

What Color is Creativity?


What is your passion? What creeps up in your thoughts everyday? I don’t mean the ego that reminds you of yours and others unsightly flaws or that picks your spouse/family apart. Or the negativity of any situation that plagues you. I mean, what when the thought occurs, gives you a moment of pleasure? A slight smile? The thought or memory that sparks imagination. What is it that even when days go by it comes back up in a flash and other creative flow follows? What is it? What is that one thing or two or three that fuels you with energy when you allow your mind to faintly wonder, or hope, or plan, or remind, or muse?

I personally think that is where spirit lives within us. The still small voice that hints and reminds and tugs at us to set in motion the things that sometimes terrify or gives us a feeling of butterflies. It’s like meeting a lover but without any harming repercussions. Really, if we could shut down the ego’s voice we could heal…I will go out on a limb here and say…the world.

Wow! That is why I love this blog. I wish more peeps could see it. I love to write about walking at the lake. I love to write the stories that pop in my head as my fingers fly. I love to encourage. I love to think and then deliver in type what inspires…mostly me. I reread these posts from time to time and I’m glad that I did.

I am not so unique that I should think no one else would be uplifted by words of encouragement. That is the crazy, wonderful, most insane mystery around how putting ones thoughts out there for God, universe, flow, or energy to allow the winds of change to give it flight.This bible verse comes to mind…

1 Corinthians 3:6 (NIV)

“I planted the seed, Apollos watered it, but God has been making it grow.”

Isn’t it true. We go out and set tangibles in motion, but the great wisdom of our creator directs the path and so much more of that which is intended for good. If I can avoid allowing my limited linear thinking to stagnate my life flow of creativity, there is so much to do and experience. It is usually in movement though. Putting into action. Not out of being busy for busy sake, but taking deliberate steps to deliver the idea that surprises you. No worries about the exact final picture, but just begin the process. It will take shape or lead to the next step. Have faith that the idea came from wonderful grace filled expansive space. God gives. We just have to be the conduit!

So what about the title for this post? What color is creativity? What modality will creativity take for you? My mom makes the best fried chicken and my dad loves it so much! She takes great delight in making it for him. So her creativity was in making the best fried chicken among other great dishes for which she will be remembered. She would never call herself an artist, but she is one of the most creative souls without knowing it. The label of creator is not necessary. We are all given the ability to create. What color we use is up to us.

Today my color of creativity is pink just because. Tomorrow maybe brown, blue, green… I plan on getting back to the Walk and Talk Time. I’ve been away for a short time. Now I am stronger and will get back at it! I will enjoy the colors of creativity. How about you? What color is yours?

Sacred Spaces


Sacred is the space where people go to observe the element bigger than themselves. The water, wind, and air at the lake where I walk seem to know. This is sacred ground. The body of water at our lake cleanses the heart of the city. The air over it provides the playground for the birds and fowl here. I’ve seen many of those birds on the sidelines returning to the ground. It is the circle of life. Appreciation for this species is given as I pass by each bird that has passed. The wind sends the cotton wood seeds scooting across the ground and water. The sailboats drift by giving ripples as cause and effect to the movement of particles.

People pass by either on boat or fishing along the rocks ready to receive the flesh of the fish as their right to energy from the sun. They jog and ride and skate and board, and sail or wind sail. They ride waves attached to kites. They ride carts powered by the wind in the kite sail over the ground. All around the earth gives and gives and gives. Some walk dogs, others feed the cats, and babies ride as parents push strollers so they can jog.

The trees offer shade. The water offers a cool breeze. The shine of the ripples allude to energy as does the wind whipping through the tree leaves. Ducks and geese parade on the edges of the water. Some camp out in the park near the overloaded dumpsters. People food provides the goods they have become accustomed to in this place. The wind can be heard and seen flowing through the flag at the Stars and Stripes park. Thirteen to Eighteen miles per hour is the velocity of the wind and blowing mostly from the south. On the days that it shifts from the north a slight jacket remains a good friend. The colors paint exquisite backdrops. Deep blues to shades of grey, gold to deep green and tree bark, sticks, dirt and gravel all give a distinctive aroma. On the times I have walked while it is sprinkling salt and pepper spray, nature offers a baptism of water washing away the dirt and grime and offering back to God its very best…a Sacred Space.

By the Water

water image

Walk and Talk Time becomes my favorite thing to do in the whole world when I am by the lake. I think it was meant to heal by design. Who can resist touching it? Kids run right up to the edge and have to splash a hand in it. Can you be near and not dip a toe in it? It is a large part of our body composition. We wash a wound with it. Jesus walked on water.Water gives us an energy source. It unites us as human beings. No one can go without it for any long length of time.

We water the lawn, water the flowers, water the cattle, and the animals, bathe in it, cook with it, swim in it and on and on, so why would we not consume it? Increase your intake. Drink a big glass of warm lemon water tomorrow morning when you first wake up. Your body will thank you!

Ok, tea and lemon, no sugar? Well, just down a big glass of water for the fun of it then! I do, and it makes me smile.

Spring has Sprung?

Mist was in the air. Gloves, a couple of jackets, and a hat helped keep the chill at bay until the body temp rose from the activity. Thoughts for the day were elevated with the increased endorphin levels from the walk/jog pattern used from my couch to 10k app on the iPhone. I used 8 reps of 1 min. jogging and 4 min. walking. I Started going against the wind as usual, but turned around half way to get the boost from being blown back to the start. As I headed back I was able to start taking off the hood and tying the insulated coat around my waist, even if a student of mine, cough (Amanda), told me never to do that. Haha! Only a windbreaker and gloves were needed after turning back.

The thinking of the day was positive and consisted of all the things I had to be grateful for, but I couldn’t get past the list of the obvious visuals I passed along the way. I am always so surprised at how quickly my mindset changes to the positive when I take time to do this. Often I am not even cognizant of the fact that my mindset needs lifting. But, it happens every time. Anyone else notice this about themselves? There is a double whammy to combining exercise with gratitude.

Some of the pluses from the scenery were the resting ducks on the lake, the water level rising from the past snows and rain, white birds (of which I need to locate the name) floating on the wind, the few other exercise enthusiasts bundled up and motoring faster than myself, and the majesty of the clouds and mist. Oh, did I mention the tunes that pump energy into the mental space in my brain? No? Well, they give way to the desire to raise outstretched hands in acceptance of the greatness of the moment. This place in time is a great sanctuary. It is no different from a church service. It is about giving and receiving. Respect for the divine without leaving the earthly realm.

Okay, back to the title today, Spring has Sprung? I noticed as I started the cool down walk back to my vehicle that the Bradford Pear trees were starting to bloom. I stopped to take a few pics. I am posting one here. Even though they smell bad body odor, they are beautiful and made me pause to experience the very first hints of spring on a drizzly cold cloudy day. Be glad you cannot smell them! Phew! But I’m glad I can show you one.

Enjoy! And don’t forget your WalkTalkTime! It is good for a change of pace.

Can you say, "Bless you?" It makes me sneeze.
Can you say, “Bless you?” It makes me sneeze.


Walk Talk Time…Brrrrr Cold!

Woo Wee! It was a cold northern wind today. Had to use a hat, full coat, and gloves to keep the wind at bay, but the nose could not keep from developing the frosty drip. Oh, but the drought hit lake was up from all the rain and snow! Wow, the energy from the surroundings was crisp and clean and God-given. This will turn off my atheist friends, but will be misinterpreted as religiosity by my church friends. Either way of processing the information will be just fine. I don’t have to be in control of how it is processed. The energy of the walk changes not with how it is received. It was simply, yet majestically full of power. There for the taking. There for me and my walking partner to tap into. Free and at our service. That is why I am here at Walk Talk Time. To share the energy.

E-mail me at jackieradford1@gmail.com or post here with any discussion on the topic of God-given energy. What is your experience? Is the source of energy showing up for you? Where and When?

A world of unlimited imagination…let the Walk and Talk Time continue.