#SOL24-17 Dream

It is Tuesday and time to write a 'Slice of Life." 
Thank you  Two Writing Teachers for creating this supportive community
of teacher-writers!

I dreamed about playing with words. I held a tiny toy rake – the size a Playmobile or Lego figure might hold – and I was pushing the rake across the page of my journal, which lay across my lap. I was seated cross-legged, Sukhasana, never an easy pose for me, except here, dreaming. I moved the tiny rake with great care, 

gathering words into
       s 
       m
      all 
     piles
teasing out one word 
pushing the word
______along ___ a ____line_____
moving the word
d
o
w
n
into a new position 
+adding+other+words+
and moving the original word again
tenderly raking 

and all the while, my mind was a blank page

The clarity of this early morning dream surprised me, and it seems particularly ‘spot on’ for this point of the challenge. 

It’s mid-March, when two seemingly contradictory things happen for me: 

One, my energy for the daily work of this challenge begins to flail. I ‘feel’ the work of slicing – the writing, editing, and working with (sometimes exasperating) technology to post it for others to read. I struggle to make the essential time to read and comment on others’ writing, although this part of the challenge is inspiring and eye-opening, and I love the community we are building together. 

Two, strangely and almost conversely, the world seems to open up for me in new ways. Here in mid-March, my writing “receptors” are alert to so many possible ideas for slices. I begin to trust that something special will present itself to me, every single day, asking to be written. I want to put pen to paper. 

Yes, I am both weary and ambitious. That is mid-March, for me. 

Do you experience this,  as well? 

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