Sunday, October 21, 2007

I Think I'm Feeling Better...

I don't know why, but I am. Last night I had a major dream in which many of the greatest disappointments in my life were revisited and revised. My ex-husband Hamish did not marry a woman named Megan, which was the name we were going to give to our first born. My mentor in the PhD program revealed that the reason I wasn't too popular among certain faculty was not that I was mouthy, but that my ideas were so incredibly advanced, they were in awe. I really did dream both these things.

I did not dream, but did realize in my early morning meditation (would Buddha say it counted if said meditation took place lying flat in bed and sometimes resulted in returning to sleep?) that my clothespin magnets, albeit "colorful" as my cousin said, are also emblematic of what ails me. Which is: the urge to keep the products of my creativity neat and controlled. Small. Within the lines. Showing no signs of the fucking chaos that reigns within.

I must somehow break out of myself. I'm just not sure how to effect it.


  1. If you figure it out, let me know. I am so ready.

  2. The small and contained issue is familiar to me: I make boxes! I think, though, that starting small, in your "comfort zone" can lead to other things. And though the insight may be be disturbing and enlightening, it doesn't mean there is anything inherently "wrong" about you are creating.

  3. sueb0b: will do....

    denise: true. the trick is to allow it to lead to other things, rather than staying in the same place.


So--whaddaya think?