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Sacred Study Saturdays and dream journaling as Adulting Health Care

If a dream is 1/60 of prophecy, doesn’t that make it nullified by 60 parts, and what do you do, anyway, when it’s about a dead relative?

When I hear 1/60th, I always think of “butel b’Shishim” or nullified by 1/60, which is a concept behind why we (back when I was in the Orthodox Jewish community) boil eggs in odd numbers of at least 3 at a time, if I recall correctly, but applying the concept to dreams as part prophecy seems to wipe the whole idea out, no? And why write down a dream, anyway, if it is nothing but “a bit of undigested potato,” as Scrooge retorts?  (‘Tis the season, right?)

If “Adulting” includes taking care of one’s mental health, then it would seem, to me, to be imperative to use every tool at one’s disposal to take care of that health.  Journals have long been ack’d as such a tool.  Poetry, not so much, but possible also useful.

In any case, if the heat coming on can recall the cigarette smoke of one’s dead parent in a DC summer, and thus (presumably) force a dream about being in a sinking boat with that parent as dead weight (no smoking in the dream, oddly), then maybe it is less prophecy, and more therapy.  (Need I add that accessible and affordable long-term trauma therapy would help millions of people who are merely coping to actually thrive??)

I’ve always kept a dream journal, even when I had to hide, cipher, or destroy it.  I find that the act of writing something down by hand does two things for me:

  1.  I never need to look at it again, as I remember what I write down (came in handy in university), and
  2. I seem to think far more clearly with a pen in my hand.

With Shabbat coming, I’ll have more time to ponder the question of whether this question is still worth pondering, and how to attack the issue of useless disappointment with the failures of  failed parental units, and anger with the one that threw you under the bus.  At least the lockdown makes it easier to deal with the constant expectation of smiling and looking happy, so that being alone allows time to sit with the emotions and sift through them, seeking to solve the problems, or to engineer solutions.  Mine have involved seeking a community (does that make me a True Seeker, and can I join the Anlashok, please?)  that will enable me to build family connections who can help me believe that this world is worth bothering with, and who will not condemn my decision, 38 years ago now, to refuse to bring any new life into this world until it was safe for every possible child I might bear.  We’re not there yet, and I’m gladly awaiting the end of my potential to bear new lives, even if Mother Nature still seems to think it’s a good idea (I’ve been telling her for years that my uterus is useless, to no avail most months, except the 6 month stretches that I went without, notably at Annapolis, when I was at least trying to eat!).  Sorry for this ramble, which was meant to say that keeping a journal can at least help in processing some of the debris of a broken life, and more importantly, a journal tells you what your emotional processes look like, less subjectively than your memory, and a journal keeps a record of how others have treated you, which I’ve found crucial in more than one abusive relationship.

The dreams, I guess they will keep until I review them later, in a different frame of mind.  For now, time to finish getting ready for Shabbat (this post I’ll schedule for a less busy time…).

Shabbat Shalom     ! שָׁלוֹם

Action Items in support of literacy and hope that you can take right now:

1.) Search for two different resources to translate the word “dream” into Hebrew.

2.) Share them with us in the comments, here, please.

3.) Share your thoughts on how you think the USA having EU style health care might change American society,

4.) Write a blog post or tweet that uses a Hebrew word, tells a good story, and makes a difference. I’m working on that through my historical fantasy #WiP, #WhoByFireIWill. Once published, donate one or more copies to your local public library, as I intend to do.

Dear Readers, any additional ideas toward learning, especially multiple #LanguageLearning as part of on-going education and empathy-building, to #EndPoverty, #EndHomelessness,  #EndMoneyBail & achieve freedom for All HumanKind? 

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1. #PublicLibraries,
2. #ProBono legal aid and Education,
3. #UniversalHealthCare, and
4. good #publictransport
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NaNoWriMo 2020 CE

November, 2020 CE = 12020 HE

(The previous lesson plan since this post, and the most recent lesson plan…)

– Job-seekers collective, anyone?

Following the example of Feruze from Sihirli Annem: (1).

1.) Don’t Give UP!!  (See (1.) below for my personal inspiration…)

2.) Ok, so for those of us hunting for a job, any job, and getting more and more tired and  frustrated by the day, what to do? (June 12017 update -here is my resume: JonesPolicyResumePublic)

Help each other:  how?  By looking over each other’s CVs (résumés), and Cover Letters, and if neccesary, sending them or posting them for those friends who are temporarily too tired to do so themselves.  Yes, a bit invasive, but with the permission of the person, potentially life-saving.

What do you think, Dear Readers?

Read, Write, Run, Teach !

6 February,12016 HE

(1.): Put one foot in front of the other, even if you are doubled over in breathless tears, keep putting one foot in front of the other, and find a solution.  Like Feruze Abla, from Sihirli Annem.

AND: Remember to reach out -either IRL or on-line. Get help!! Read, Write, Dream, Teach !

23 March, 12016 HE

– Rain+Tendonitis = Nightmares??

The night before, I dreamt I was a consultant on a ship w/an insane captain somewhere in the North Atlantic, with giant waves that froze around us like a white out.  I ordered and got a shovel, dying digging while the sailors around me gaped as if I were the crazy one.  No, digging did not help, but at least I think I died on my feet.

Last night, it was me being attacked by a crocodile : not sure if it was Sacred or not, but at least I died warm!

Ok, I will admit that trippling the number of km Power Walked (Fr, but accessible) (in compensation for km not run, trying to reach 45km/week by mid-March (English, log in needed) ) may not have been the best idea I’ve had lately, but why the renewed ‘My Life is in Serious Danger’ dreams now that I’ve stopped running/walking for the last 4 days?

While I know that Seasonal Affective Disorder (SAD) aka la Dépression Hivernal, is linked to light, but also to excercise levels (which is why I always take my walks and runs early in the morning), I wonder if the feeling of a cold or flu coming on, combined with having to rest the ankle tendon due to my own stupidity, makes me feel powerless?  Obviously the answer is Yes!  But it remains irritating, and a bit scary, to see how quickly those fears and despair of just a short while ago can come screaming back, threatening to overwhelm you, just after a few days of darker than usual weather (weekends I generally do not write, so do not sit with my SunLamp), and enforced ‘rest’ (which is making me more restless by the day, but with a tendon still aching for no apparent reason…).

So, dear friends, my reason for writing this post is as follows:  if you feel down, do not give in to despair.  Drink a spicy hot chocolate (soy milk and Fair Trade chocolate with cayenne if possible, but if you feel rotten, just a hot choc. may help), and then turn on the lights for a few minutes, and bask in them.  Then, get out a pad of paper, and write.  Preferably while you wriggle your toes and think of Frodo Baggins!

Then, plan to change your life.  Taking risks is scary, but sometimes the only way to make life better, for you and for someone else.  Don’t let those dreams that tell you your life is in danger go unheeded:  especially if the one putting you life in danger might be You.

Human Love,

Read, Write, Run, Teach !

31 January, 12016 HE

And with this financial, emotional, verbal and even physical (being shaken twice) going on at the time, of course I was having nightmares: