Australian cliffhanger

A weight has lifted off the continent of Australia. Last night there was a cliffhanger with 44 votes to 54. We now have a new Prime Minister, Malcolm Turnbull. Even though my political leanings are not with this government, this man is intelligent, and hopefully will once again recognise climate change and be more reasonable with other issues. Julie Bishop remains deputy, and Minister for Foreign Affairs.

This was not the only excitement. We had a bet with friends that Tony Abbott would be ousted before the end of the year. So, a box of chocolates is coming our way, ‘and all was (is) well with the world.’

No Cliffhangers Daily Post by Ben Huberman

Write a post about the topic of your choice in what ever style you want, but make sure to end with ‘…and all was well with the world.’

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Best Dream:

This is probably a repeat, but I couldn’t find it in my less than tidy file system.

The best dream I remember is one I had at a time of enormous discord in my life. I was lucky enough to have a Jungian psychologist helping me sort out my life, which meant I was having about six dreams a night, interpreted.

Finding myself in a walled city, I woke and bathed in an open- air bath. Above, on the hill, we were observed by three golden yellow watchers, angelic beings holding umbrellas. Gathering my baby, a basket of food and blanket, we went to the large door in the city wall. With a huge key, we opened the door and left, walking down the hill to a boat. We stepped onto the boat and were taken on a railway like journey, as if our future was mapped out for us. We felt safe and optimistic.

Following this dream I was on a high for three weeks.

Sweet Dreams (Are Made of This) Daily Post by Krista

‘What is the best dream you’ve ever had? Recount it for us in all its ethereal glory….’

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Living in hope.

 

 

Simplicity is the beginning and end of my reasoning. I called my blog with my name, BKPyett, in the hope that when I publish this will be a launching place for my books. If my name becomes familiar, then people will recognize my name and be tempted to read more of my work. Living in hope is better than living without it.

All About me, Daily Post by Michelle W.

Explain why you chose your blogs title and what it means to you.

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New Beginnings:

Freudian Flips: Do you remember a recent dream you had?  Or an older one that stayed vivid in your mind? Today you’re your own Freud: Tell us the dream, then interpret it for us. Feel free to be as serious or humorous as you see fit, or invent a dream if you can’t remember a real one. Ben Huberman

The penultimate dream that has stayed with me, after two years of dream psychotherapy forty odd years ago, is the following: (After this dream I was on a high for three weeks).

Living in a medieval walled city, I woke with my baby and bathed in large full bath of warm water beneath the stars. We dressed for a journey, wearing warm clothes, as the sun was not yet up. We had to leave before anyone woke up. I collected a basket of food and a rug. There appeared three statuesque golden figures standing on the hill each holding umbrellas. They were spiritual beings appearing to bless us.

Getting out a large iron key, I was able to unlock the large wooden door in the worn city wall. We went down the hill to a dinghy. Holding the baby, I climbed in. The water was calm and we settled our chattels and ourselves into the boat. The sun was beginning to rise as we departed. It was as if we were on a railway line; the course was set and our unknown destination determined. There was a feeling of hope and a new beginning.

After this dream, the euphoria made me realize there was hope. The symbols in this dream: the spiritual beings on the hill were there to over see that all was well. The key represented my own ability to make decisions and take charge of my life.

My husband at this time was in love with someone else and suffering from a bipolar condition. I guess this dream showed me that I had to take charge of my own life and that there was a life for me out there.

We stayed together for another three years, but the journey to return to my homeland was made, bringing two young children back to Australia.

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