“to sleep, perchance to dream”

Many people may not know but i actually love Shakespeare, yes you need to be fully absorbed to be entirely aware of what he is trying to say given the long  since replaced style of speech but its so emotive and dramatically expressive you cant help but be drawn into its flamboyancy and swept away by the passion and drama of it all. Perhaps Shakespeare had me in mind when he penned the quote by Hamlet…”to sleep perchance to dream”  for I do dream, and I dont mean the odd night here and there I mean i dream a lot. Gloriously bizarre full technicolor blockbusters that even Steven Spielberg would be proud to lay claim to! They say dreaming is the brains way of making sense of things it cannot comprehend or process whilst we are awake and there are hundreds of books that will give you a definition on almost every dream you ever had, from appearing naked in class, to having all your teeth fall out when you open your mouth. But given this rather scientifically rational explanation i can only conclude that my brain and i are on different planes of existence!! One night Im trapped in an underground bunker with a robot sidekick being chased by space age druids and the next I’m a medic riding along in the back of a jeep in some war torn country. Now i like to think i’m unfailingly interesting, spontaneous and adventurous but in truth my life really isnt that exciting, and yes i could lay claim to the most fantastical imagination but dream me has turned into Lara Croft and is intent on saving the universe. I wonder what ImageShakespeare would have made of me, perhaps he might have decided perchance to dream was not such a good idea after all. And so dear bloggers i must bid you goodnight and go face my latest battle…once more into the breach dear friends, once more!!

The simple fact of waking up

Well another early morning and I was up long before anyone else, except for some small bird not some distance from my window who is quite gleefully and merrily singing his heart out oblivious to anything except his desire to sing. Perhaps the joy of having such a simple unfettered life was too much for him to contain and so he had to share it with the world, whatever his efforts have not gone unnoticed and I cannot help but smile and feel a lightness of heart. Sometimes i’m so tempted to do much the same and throw open my windows and shout ‘hello world I’m alive’ although i doubt my neighbours would thank me very much for it, more likely they would imagine i had gone quite mad and I would be the subject of discussion for the rest of the day.  I’ve come to find that something so simple as waking up in a morning was something i took for granted, indeed I confess to never having given it a passing thought until these recent months. Working in elderly care has perhaps altered my perception of life and mortality and made me aware of the fact that I may not, as I so naively used to announce, manage to live untainted by age and die in my own bed at the ripe old age of 103. I have no idea why I decided I was going to live to 103, as usual I expect it was some whimsical fancy of mine plucked from obscurity without any real thought behind it but now I find I’m daily faced with the stark reality of becoming older and can’t help but feel a certain trepidation that makes me certainly appreciate the golden years I’m living right now. So yes although i refrain from shouting this out loud, i cant help but want to say ‘hello world I’m alive’