Twilight Zones
I’m calling this entry the twilight zones, because there are many of them that we sometimes find ourselves in. I know when I figure out I entered a twilight zone I hold my breath until the moment passes, ever so grateful I got out.
I seem to be going though an extended twilight zone, when weirdness is not just momentary but an extended eclipse that won’t lift. Here are some subtleties I’m noticing, and I’m asking you if you’re going through something similar. Want to know if you’ve been taken in with me.
For some reason I’m waking up at the crack of dawn. My first suspicion is the salsa addiction, but anyhow I had managed to get myself to go back to sleep Saturday morning, only to hear the hum of a very large truck, then a very loud horn that progressed into a banshee like trumpet. It finally happened! I’ve lost it, I thought to myself, convinced I now heard salsa trumpets even in my sleep. But it was so loud that it woke me and the entire neighborhood out of bed so I knew I wasn’t alone. I peaked through the Venetian blinds and saw a series of shiny red fire trucks parked outside the courtyard of my building, firemen with picks and axes walking around. Didn’t smell a fire exactly, but Bianca and I smelled one the night before while out on the other side of the island. It was like a time warp.
When I blogged that morning, coffee in hand, I was disturbed by some more red intruders prancing around my window. Red cardinals. And the birds of Inwood are still singing at night… Cardinals are just like fire trucks if you examine their animal totem symbolism- (from Animal Speak) “loud clear whistle that remind you to pay attention to what’s blowing in the winds”. They tell us that we should be listening to the inner (feminine) voice carefully. They reflect a time to renew one’s vitality and “reflect lessons in developing and accepting a new sense of one’s own true self-importance”. (Now I welcome any comments that I am permanently in the twilight zone because I actually have a book called Animal Speak, but that’s ok. To each his own!)
It was just an odd morning, and on top of it all I’m meeting odd people here and there that I shouldn’t be meeting in certain places… universes are colliding and I’m finding out that people I know know other people I know. Just wondering, are any of you getting signals that you’re in the twilight zone too?
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I get the twilight zone signs more frequently that I would like to admit and mainly when I am thrusted there by others behaving in ways that violate all rules of logic and reason
. I have grown to just accept this and even expect it from some if not most people. It does feel like universes are colliding when that happens and I try very hard to hide the uneasy feeling that goes away after cuba libre on the rocks. I found something that works for me when I wake up at the crack of dawn when I don’t have work the next day. The fishing gear is by the entrance so it is very easy to just head out the door, drive for 40 minutes and cast into the surf at Jones Beach in pursuit of elusive creatures of the sea http://jp.exposuremanager.com/p/landscapes/glow40Fishing is just an excuse for I have grown to enjoy to watch the sunrise and being surrounded by the sound of breaking waves in the morning mist http://jp.exposuremanager.com/p/landscapes/glow249I finally understand that the reason I am such a morning person is that there is something mysterious and optimistic about watching the world wake up. I thought I have gone weird but I see many fisherman, beach runners and bird watchers who are drawn to this fenomenon. If I ever find the inspiration (and the time) to start writing, I will probably scratch my first words is this kind of setting http://jp.exposuremanager.com/p/landscapes/permanentwaves58
Sorry about the links I was trying to attach specific pictures and not to promote my website
No apologizes for the links- it just has to go through my spam software so takes longer to show… AND you are welcome to promote your website-I highlighted your great photography in an email blast.
that said… it looks like you found your own worm hole back home from your twilight zones. bravo. and it’s a beauty. there is something ethereal about a rising dawn, so much so that I too could not resist using it as inspiration in my novel. perhaps a collage of your work will paint some stories of your own.
From an insomniac point of view, the professionals working with me to analyze my sleep patterns (or lack there of) have several suggestions to get the very most out of your day and to set yourself up for a productive day and for peace of mind. They recommend that I “catch the dawn” as the exposure to this morning light is not only invigorating but will start your day off right and provides a natural energy that lack of sleep deprives you of. So any chance you get, “catch the dawn.”
I am glad that there is a professional opinion that would help me justify spending even more money in the fishing section of Sports Authority. Now that I know that getting up early is actually good for me, I might upgrade my photographic equipment for those early morning trips to Haverstraw Bay:)
but then that means I have to go to bed real early. catching the dawn=be a zombie all day unless I can get to bed early (not happening).
“Catching the damn dawn” hasn’t worked for me yet which is why I am a zombie and have homicidal thoughts when people bump me or have the nerve to smell foul when they pass me… or just co-workers who I want to slap the sh*t out of because they were born. BUT yes, catching the dawn does give a sort of out of body experience.
I wish I could find peace with fishing but went once as a child, cast the pole and caught the god da*mn hook on my brothers hand. As he screamed bloody murder, I added that to the list for therapy. I guess I am not good with activities that involve hand-eye coordination, equipment or balls. Also became skilled at softball during my youth until I was instructed to throw the ball at home plate… not my fault the idiot catcher wasn’t paying attention and the ball knocked a few teeth out. Dance, cheerleading, track – you got it! Basketball, soccer, volleyball – forget it!
Catch the dawn and practice visualizations, they say.
Realized I just said I wasn’t good with activities involving balls… whatever. Interpret as you wish.