Dag Hammarskjöld
Dag Hammarskjöld,
MarkingsIn the point of rest at the center or our being. we encounter a world where all things are at rest in the same way, Then a tree becomes a mystery, a cloud a revelation, each man a cosmos of whose riches we can only catch glimpses. The life of simplicity is simple, but it opens to us a book in which we never get beyond the first syllable.
Waking from Dream at Five A.M.
I am following the end of the road north of LaVerne California, into the hills. I have the impression that there was a canyon up in them there hills. However, for all the decades I lived in Claremont, I never had a look-see. Growing up in Colorado, I don't do hills, valleys, mountains so much.
Anyways, in this dream. I park my car, walk past all the warning signs and follow a path down to a lookout precipice. When I get to the end, almost between the toes in my sandals, I can look down upon homes, streets, yards, uncultivated pastures and a meandering stream. Everything appears in distinct swaths of different colors. I could end it here, I think. They would find my body in pieces. If I crumbled away the edge, it could even be construed as an accident. My relatives do not frequent this spot, so their lives would not be afflicted with this haunted location.
I turn away from this perfect destination, wake up, and stagger off to the toilet to relieve my ever-pestering bladder....
Well, in a bit of completely untrained psychotherapy, I might suggest that your job and it's new location might be getting you down. When we need to make changes, hints can show up in some interesting ways.... that's been my experience anyway. FWIW, which is not much.
ReplyDeleteAnd in a bit of irony, or some such thing, the WV is hucklis. Huckless, as in Jim with no Huck on the raft to freedom? Good Lord, I'll take a break now.