I've been working on this sketch all week:
Here's the haiku-like piece that I wrote on the second day of sketching:
Stars in a cold sky
Mend the torn butterfly wings
Underground railroad
At first these 3 lines don't seem to go together at all. But as I've been thinking about them, I've been sensing connections.
Clearly, my subconscious is working on various connections that I don't readily see as I move from task to task.
This morning, I made this Facebook post: "I had my first dream that had me worrying about close proximity and COVID-19 transmission. In my dream, we were packed in a Lutheran church for a high festival day. I was admiring the fabrics in everyone's stoles and the banners and light streamed through stunning stained glass. And then I realized we were packed into the pews and had been for hours and no one was wearing a mask. It doesn't take a trained psychologist to analyze the anxiety aspect of the dream--but in a church on a high festival day with beautiful fabrics all around me? Really, dreaming brain, really?"
I've spent the morning thinking about this dream, thinking about the reasons why I'm having a COVID-19 anxiety dream set in a church, especially when my local church will not be gathering in person until after Labor Day, if then.
We know that churches packed with people do pose a unique danger with this virus. But it seems that maybe this dream is doing more. Maybe it's a dream of mourning and lament, for all that has been lost. Or maybe it's a dream about possible futures that seem out of reach right now.
My subconscious is at work--I'm not sure I can handle what it's realizing.
but bestows favor on the humble
1 year ago
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