I Dreamt About Doves

I dreamt about doves today

Swirling, nearly blown away

By winds that threaten peaceful ways

doveWinds that blow, but not always


In my dream I saw them strive

To dip, and swoop, and stay alive

I saw that though they might look frail

These small white birds could stand the gale


With strong hearts they rode the storm

They used the air to transform

This ever rising threat to peace

To help us humans to release


doveIn my dream I saw them land

At last they settled on the sand

With boughs of olive in their beaks

They sought out humans whom peace seeks


These beacons had ridden out the gales

Made it through for hope prevails

Brought to us the proof of peace

That warring factions may release

Their hold on hatred, false beliefs

doveAnd gazed at me, a snow-white dove

A beacon, messenger, bringing love

I woke amidst a fluttered sound

I felt I floated off the ground

I pondered how peace does exist

I knew it wasn’t just a wish

I felt deep love for humankind

I know peace now is rightly timed.


Copyright © 2012 Professions For PEACE 


I remember when insomnia used to feel odd. Awake when no one else was. Profound silence. Enveloping darkness. My hushed door-closing and tip-toeing attempts at silence for others still sleeping. Now, I am used to it. It has become a common occurrence. My eyes open… look at the clock… read 4:00am. Yet again. Pull housecoat on. Silently slip out for a glass of water. The overweight cat suddenly shadows my heels, hoping our shared nocturnal behaviour will result in a treat (sorry little one, breakfast is still at 6am). Within this silent solitude occasionally I meditate, often I write, sometimes I read. Mostly I wonder why I cannot sleep through the night.

Many people have difficulty sleeping through the night, not just parents who live with newborns interrupting their sleep. What’s especially interesting is that insomnia often occurs at 4am. Google “waking at 4am” to see how widespread this anomaly is. There is the website 4amProject with the aim to gather a collection of photographs from around the world taken at (what they call) the magical time of 4am. They have accumulated over 6000 photos.

Renowned inspirational writer and speaker Dr. Wayne Dyer has firm advice for those who wake at 4:00am: Don’t Go Back To Bed. He urges us night-time wakers to take this time to listen to the still small voice within. He calls us to meditate, to pray. To listen to God. “Be still, and know that I am God” Psalm 46:10. Perhaps there is a reason we are called from those downy dreams: it’s a time intended for prayer. It’s a time of the day so quiet you can hear what God is telling you.

It has been suggested that insomnia is linked with creativity. Here is an intro from Amazon.com about an amazing compilation of poetry written by creative insomniacs throughout time and from all over the globe: “Acquainted with the Night: Insomnia Poems brings together Emily Dickinson, Elizabeth Bishop, Rimbaud, Sappho, Shakespeare and Shelley – great poets on a theme with which each one has been acutely familiar. Lisa Russ Spaar has also unearthed ruminations on the sleepless nights of poets the world over: in a fascinatingly diverse anthology, she has harvested verse from Russian, Chinese, Japanese, Inuit, Vietnamese, Tamil, Yiddish, and Romanian poets, who together present an illuminating display of insomnia’s extraordinary and enduring legacy in widely different cultures through the centuries. As these exquisite poems chart a course from solitude, through anxiety, to epiphany, the reader truly learns what it means to be acquainted with the night.”  ~If interested in more information, view it here on Amazon.com (Acquainted with the Night: Insomnia Poems; compiled by Lisa Russ Spaar, Editor)

I wanted to share, here for you, the namesake for the book’s title by a most favourite poet:

Acquainted with the Night ~ by Robert Frost

I have been one acquainted with the night.

I have walked out in rain – and back in rain.

I have outwalked the furthest city light.

I have looked down the saddest city lane.

I have passed by the watchman on his beat

And dropped my eyes, unwilling to explain.

I have stood still and stopped the sound of feet

When far away an interrupted cry

Came over houses from another street,

But not to call me back or say good-bye;

And further still at an unearthly height,

A luminary clock against the sky

Proclaimed the time was neither wrong nor right.

I have been one acquainted with the night.

Today I have exercised but not too close to bedtime. I have had a nice bath but not too hot. I have calmed my mind of worries by fully releasing it over to a Higher Power. My caffeine consumption has been replaced by green tea in the morning therefore coffee no longer interferes with acquiring my REM-time. I have done what I can to help foster the setting for a solid sleep through the night. Only insomniacs (and parents of young ones) know the powerful longing for 6-solid-hours. Let that be tonight. May I have listened well and heard what I need to hear, that I may sleep through to morning. I wish that for you as well. Good night.

Animals, Trust and Respect

I woke just now from a fitful sleep like so often lately, but this time it was a nice dream. I was riding a massive brown horse, walking slowly as I patted his neck and watched the ears. Taking my time to know this gentle giant, and he was granting me respect.

In my dream, riding this horse, all my worries vanished. My senses were filled with the steady squeak of saddle leathers, rhythm of hoof-beats, flicker of ears, wave of mane and smell of horse. I love the smell of horses, and I woke up from this short but vivid dream with that light aroma still in my senses. I felt happy. How incredibly therapeutic, even if only enjoyed while sleeping.

I have been lucky throughout my life to be gifted with animals, something that comes easily due to my inherent respect for them. It’s as if animals notice this about me and are relieved to interact with a human who values their intelligence.

One of the many aspects of horse-care I’ve always adored is grooming. I believe in its value as a training aid, even if only for building trust. I find that horses enjoy human hands along their necks, chests and saddle-areas as much as we enjoy offering the attention. I choose to stroke with my hands and use brushes that are comfortable to horses. No unforgiving metal brushes for me. Regular grooming teaches horses to be at ease with hands all over them. Building a memory of safety allows a horse to remain calm around those frequently alarming things like flapping bags, bicycles, honking horns and banging sounds. A quality riding horse is one that feels secure and trustful. It trusts its environment and its humans. These invaluable horses are unflappable and unafraid of surprises.

I interact with all animals this way, and my cat of a dozen years is calm, friendly and playful. One summer day a few years ago I was chatting casually with my neighbours over the fence as I hose-watered my garden. Suddenly the wife voiced how she was astounded that my cat was just laying in the sun as I watered around it. Myself, I was not surprised. My cat has no fear since she has never been abused. I wouldn’t dream of sprinkling water on my cat.

When a person decides to use force or cruel behavior with an animal, they lose its trust and respect. Unfortunately, most abused animals learn to mistrust all humans. Anyone who has met and worked with a head-shy horse knows how entrenched those old hurts are. Anyone who has adopted an abused rescue dog knows how some of those emotional scars never heal.

My beloved rescue dog has been my constant companion for years, but her first years of life in an abusive environment permanently affected her. In her past she learned that humans are unpredictable and dangerous. Her life with me is the opposite of that tragic past but the damage is done. She does lavish me with the loyalty of her constantly loving presence, but during those moments in our family life with loud boisterous laughter or unexpected movements, she still lowers her head and looks worried. Trust is fragile and once damaged is often lost forever.

Respect and trust are too precious to risk damaging with poor behavior. Just as in our personal relationships, once these hard-earned qualities of trust and respect are betrayed they are practically impossible to regain.

© March 2009 ~ Gina’s Professions