“I dreamed this scene last night,” she said,
this unknown nurse, drawing blood.
“You had on that very shirt
and I was called and asked to help.
Why this scene and not some other?
There was no drama, no critical care.”
I looked at her, smiled and said,
“No drama, no crisis, just patient care?”
She smiled too and nodded her head.
“A message for us all,” she said.
JDG
A strange dream last night –
We’re sitting beneath
a glass ceiling.
Outside and overhead
birds gather.
Looking up, I see
bird poop falling like snowflakes from on high.
I say, “Oh look, bird poo.”
In the dream this was a play on,
“Oh look, Bordeaux.”
Interpretations, anyone?
Let those symbols speak!
JDG
“This solitary work we cannot do alone.”
Ira Progoff’s words
never rang more true than they did today
when my fellow dreamers
helped unravel
the tangled yarn of
last night’s dream
and left me free to knit it into daily life.
JDG
(Dedicated with gratitude to our Wednesday Morning Dream Group which has met for almost twenty years)
A strange dream of being pregnant
at seventy,
the second child
due only twelve
months after the first. At a time
when endings have
been my waking
focus, why this
defiant shift of emphasis?
Am I being
told there’s life in
the old girl yet?
JDG
aholdingplace 