Day One

Day One and I am exhausted.

And I was just sitting on the couch resting and thought I would write to you before falling asleep.  There was an "ice jam" of things that "let go" in the Morning Pages today.  A dream I have had all my adult life showed up again in the early hours of my sleep and while writing about it in the Morning Pages I realized that I had interpreted it all wrong. For all these years. I know what the dream means now.

And it changes everything.

I woke up energized and my class was well received--and ran over time.  I did manage to get all the floors in the house vacuumed and I have a puzzle to work on if G watches television.  I cut Goodwill Sunday fabric into 2.5 inch squares (after breakfast instead of reading the newspaper) and can go down to the sewing room--vacuumed--and sew the squares into a placemat.

The puzzle is Van Gogh's painting of his bedroom (found at the library).  I drew something similar of my dorm room.  I think of that drawing whenever I see the painting.  It's lost to me now but I think I might try and draw it from memory this week.

The Buddhist Monk sits on my dresser next to my side of the bed.  Perhaps from another Life.