We can’t solve problems by using the same kind of thinking we used when we created them. Albert Einstein
Yesterday’s quote. Today’s idea.
I wake this morning from a very detailed dream and begin recording as much as I can in my journal. It looks like so much of the messy parts of my life unfolding before me. Whoa!
Perfect child faces her worst fears and it isn’t a nightmare. Just a chaotically cool story!
“Ah,” the muse says. “Enjoy!”
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Carl Jung (Photo credit: efigment)
I am attending a weekend presentation of Jungian interpretations of the story of the water of life and the poems of Emily Dickinson.
I have pages of handouts and handwritten notes and a beautiful picture of an iceberg, but I need a brain break. I leave you with a quote I’ll probably have dreams about tonight.
The greatest tragedy of the family is the unlived lives of the parents . C.G. Jung
Six days into the new year. The day of Epiphany, the manifestation of Christ to the gentiles, when the kings arrived at the manger.
Last night seven writers convene for Melissa’s annual Writing Circle. There is plenty of food, wine, good conversation…and writing activities celebrating our fascination with words.
Art swap at the Writer’s Circle…
Melissa passes out copies of “If I Knew Then What I Know Now” by Amy Oscar from http://tiferetjournal.com/2011/12/19/knew/. She asks us to consider our goals, our mission statement, what the Muse is telling us this year.
One writer shares a statement from Amy’s article.
I would devote WAY fewer journal pages to planning and scheming and WAY more to free associating, dreaming and doodling–the kind of dreaming that leads, not to plans or short term goals but to vision.
Insight on this day of Epiphany.
In the sky, there is no distinction of east and west; people create distinctions out of their own minds and then believe them to be true. Buddha
For the last several days my dreams have included lots of women. Women I have known or know now, women I only know of, and some I’ve never seen before.
Last night a couple of interesting women appeared. One, about my age who I once had issues with, is now happily settled in a new place. And the other, a younger one who I have always wanted to know better, shows up to invite me to lunch tomorrow. Oh, she’s wants to know me better.
I believe all these “women” are some facet of all women, myself included. The one now settled is now me…and the younger one is an invitation to know this facet of myself better.
I guess all these ideas I’m having is in part because of this Buddha quote that I found last night. They are my experience with these words at this time.
What is your experience with these words?
How we spend our days is, of course, how we spend our lives.
Annie Dillard’s Pilgrim at Tinker Creek is one of my all time favorite books.
And what does the Pilgrim at Tinker Creek do? She wanders through the woods watching and listening and then returns to her cabin to record her observations.
I wake this morning with resistance, not really sure I want to leave this dream place. This happens often. It takes a deliberate push to let go of wherever I thought I was, to choose to be back here (wherever I think “here” is).
Today the dreams, as best I recall, were wanderings. Encountering people and experiences. Some I know, some I don’t. Giving and taking. Back and forth. I am in this stream of people, and I am also watching and listening.
Wake up, Pilgrim. This IS your here. Don’t be afraid. You are just in the dream with your eyes open.
A quote from Pilgrim at Tinker Creek….The answer must be, I think, that beauty and grace are performed whether or not we will or sense them. The least we can do is try to be there.
Just don’t give up on trying to do what you really want to do. Where there is love and inspiration, I don’t think you can go wrong.”
– Ella Fitzgerald
Today’s the day, whatever that might mean.
First I will go for a yearly check in with my oncologist. This is the seventh anniversary of being breast cancer free.
Then I will visit an anxious intern in her high school classroom. I know she’s anxious because she has talked about it with her supervisor and me several times. Today I will see what those words might mean.
Afterwards I will take my spiffy new computer (she needs a name) to a coffee shop to tap out a story from this experience.
This, or something like this, is what I have really wanted to do for a long time.
1. Thirty years ago I was advanced to candidacy in a Ph.D. program. I wanted to teach teachers. But I quit before I wrote the dissertation.
2. Ten years ago I completed a collection of stories from my own classroom. They reside in my writing room on a shelf.
3. Today I will write again. This time it will include academia, my own classroom and the experiences from the teachers I teach.
With love and inspiration.