Reality Meets Dream

Writing & Photography by © Jeremy Tyck

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Reality meets Dream

Waking between the lines half in a dream and half awake, where you notice things more lucidly; inspiration and subtle thought peer out. Logic doesn’t always make sense there. Where does the water’s surface meet the air? You might have to get close to the water to see that. You might have to focus your eyes with an intent squint and let go. Where do these things meet? If they were to meet would they fight over the divide between them? Would they dance something beautiful?

Head in the clouds, feet on the ground, heart afire and liquid flowing soul, Reality Meets Dream.

This website hosts my writing and photography. These are my thoughts, passions and dreams. I am an epileptic writer who has survived stroke and other challenges, but I don’t either label. Calling myself wounded is self stigmatizing and calling myself a writer is hubris because am I? I do what moves me. I have the passion and skill today but tomorrow may be a different day.

Sometimes I write about me and sometimes about other things. I like to share my experiences. Inspiration creates expressive exhalation. It’s all about expression through the oxygen starving blocks and asphyxiated vessels. Life won’t be stopped, is yours? I don’t like labels because I’ve learned to see the beauty in me and what I am.

I still have many dreams though, I’ve known so many. Maybe I’m searching for a relief on a high cliff with the waves crashing below. Maybe in a deep wildering woods with the Earth held close. Getting lost in the windy dunes, the churning seas, the thickets and leaves. Sometimes the only way to find any calm is in the middle of the storm.

Life has bright skies and singing pines, and it has cloudy days and hibernating times. It all plays a part. Every emotion and theme is like music, and have you found your symphony in the symphony?

The positivity we crave only comes when we face our depths and traverse our nights. Sometimes you need to face the darkness to get to the light. Within and shrouded where few dare to venture and tread. Daring to breathe, feel, and live as it is to face each moment in deepest intimacy deeply and unabashed. No shame in the step, no breaking our own legs in fear of the trip. I’ll only feel bad if I miss a blink of earnesty and strive to live fuller tomorrow, only if but not for being a living breathing flawed human being.

Here in these pages it isn’t shame for wounds and imperfections, and not pride either. That’s like taking pride in having two nostrils. There’s always someone who has had it worse and is tougher too.

It’s simple. Only those who come to (inner) know the deepest acceptance and embrace will truly fly.

Let your imperfections set you free. Kiss the scars and find the beauty in the craggy edges. Turn the pain into flowers.

We’re all part of the process of transmuting and creating (pay attention to the night and day, the seasons and rain instead of complaining about the living membrane of weather-it is one of your many teachers), not merely here to fleece the beauty and waste it away crying vanity. We’re all direct participants dreaming and creating in our own existences.

If you dare awaken within. If you dare listen to your itches.

Life awaits.


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