Goodnight, not Goodbye

Please know, my friend, that I never said goodbye.

Actually, what I said was,

“Goodnight, my darling.

I’ll be by your side throughout the dark night, (as long as you want me to be)

Wherever your dreams will take you . .

and I’ll see you in the morning (when we awaken).

You can poke me.”

It’s so sad that being unwell at the time, my insanity couldn’t find a way to translate this into a deep understanding between two hearts,

yours & mine.

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Photo by me, of tag to a painting at the Sahara public library’s art gallery.

The Mercurial Light bulb

An anecdote from my new blog, The Antidote: zeanecdote.wordpress.com

Truth be told, most of my dreams are too convoluted to hope to write about in a cohesive fashion. But not this one from the other night! I call it, “The Mercurial Light Bulb.”

The dream was as follows . .

I was back in my old neighborhood in South Brooklyn, where I grew up. I was with my childhood friends Paul and Lee. We were sitting in the grass by building one. For whatever reason, Paul had dragged along with him a suitcase on wheels, which was sitting at the far end of the grass. In its little zippered compartment, something was wiggling ferociously to get out.

We had no idea what it could be, and just as we were musing it over, whatever it was broke free of the material and launched 200 meters into the sky. We watched the whole thing, and up, up, up and away it went! I thought to myself, “Holy smokes, what if it hits somebody?” But then figured those chances were unlikely.

Next thing you know, it plunked my friend Lee right on top of his head, bullseye. The thing that hit him, this suitcase monster, turned out to be an iridescent light bulb.  As it bounced on his noggin, it emitted an intense electromagnetic pulse, reverberating through the ground and air, all around us. The iridescence of the light was dazzling. Lee, uninjured but puzzled, rubbed his head, as the light bulb scurried away, bouncing through the grass.

There was a black star chart posted in the grass, illuminated with the twinkly lights of the Universe. I noticed that since this incident occurred, the distance between the orbits of Earth and the planet Mercury had shortened considerably. In fact, the difference was astronomical! Thanks to the suitcase monster, we were now hella close to Mercury, and probably fairly screwed when it went into retrograde!

The End?

Anyhow, a few hours after waking up from this dream I realized how funny the dream connection was between the dangerous light bulb and the planet Mercury, since in “the real world” many light bulbs actually do contain mercury, the heavy metal kind.

Also, I’ve been working on my photography series, Electric Skies (merging characters and storytelling with the photographs), and I could see this dream had a theme of electric skies. Dreams imitating art, imitating life . .

Up, up, up, & Away- P2 

The black cat swiftly climbed up the tree. Unbeknownst to her, this was no ordinary tree swaying in the breeze; it was none other than Jorgellson, the Forest Grinch. 

Jorgellson, the Forest Grinch. photo : © Lisa Ellen Goodman Photography, from my series, Electric Skies. words: © Lisa Ellen Goodman

Up, up, up, & Away

Black cat climbing a tree into the sky above, while the werewolf howls. 

 

Photo: © Lisa Ellen Goodman Photography

 
From my series, Electric Skies 

Telling stories with a picture, I am creating a book merging literature with photography. 

I will keep you posted, and you can follow along with me at: 

facebook.com/LisaEllenGoodmanPhotography
instagram.com/kaleidoscope_maker
twitter.com/ayosilver1
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Once Upon a Night . . 

That night, long ago . . 

I think I was drunk on you,

Not on drink.

Your presence rendered me delirious,

Floating on clouds, heaven sent

Yet I felt more real than ever,

More present, wholly present

In your presence . . 

In the here and now, with you

That night long ago . .  

Lanterns in the fireplace . . Photo: Lisa Ellen Goodman Photography ©