A few months ago, I turned sixty-six, something I never dreamed would happen. It wasn’t that I thought I’d die early. I just never visualized
Last night in a dream the Professor left me. Initially I was terrified, desperate to hang on, consumed with the desire to return our relationship to the status quo. But just before I awoke I wondered, could separating from a relationship that no longer serves be a good thing? It is. First, my dream’s interpretation is not literal. There’s no separation or divorce planned in my household. My dream was not about us but about me, or rather about two sides of me. One side sees with clarity that all is not as it seems and urges me to step away. The other clings to the way I’ve always done life, fearful of change. Each side struggles for control. The fear of the consequences of change have kept me in the status quo camp. No longer.
I’ve been static too long, floating on my back in the eddies. That changes soon. Next June I’m going to stay in a monastery (with real nuns!) for thirty days, do some deep thinking, and then write about it what I learn.
Photo credit: Courtesy of Monastery of St. Gertrude
In 2022, I pray we’ll escape COVID’s clutches, be kind, rediscover statesmanship and civility, address the needs of others, plan for the future, rebuild families
A fellow blogger’s request that his readers share true stories of their encounters with angels reminded me to be thankful this morning. This is my story.
So I have to admit blogging is not only hard work but also discouraging. Writing your heart out day in and day out is a