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My Newest Book Back to Journal Page 5/20/2009 5 Comments  Tess, I am really looking forward to your new book. Your last book was amazing and I thoroughly enjoyed reading it. Tess, I write like that too. LOL. I look forward to your book also. I had the weirdest dream last night, LOL. I was young and innocent again. :-) I wrote the Anon comment above, about dreaming I was young and innocent again. But what I did not mention was that I was pregnant in the dream too, just barely, like it had just happened, I had just conceived. I did not mention it in my comment because in the dream I was hesitant, as a young woman might be upon just finding out/ realizing it, to reveal that. I wasn't sure it would 'take' (in the dream - or for real), and I wanted to revel in the secret joy of it, alone, for awhile (in the dream and for real). (DaVinci's painting of Mona Lisa's?). I told no one else of the dream. I have never had children in real life, so I wondered about the feeling in the dream. It felt so real. It was a good dream. I forgot about it, until a few days ago. Then it just crossed my mind, Oh I should go back to Tess's blog and tell the pregnant part. But I got REALLY busy at work. This morn, for some reason, I wanted to find books on female bullying (that I have not already read), which led to looking for Jungian books (again after a long abstinence - In fact, I have been busy for awhile with other things in my life, and have not been reading much at all - for awhile). Then I remembered a dream I had at the beginning of the week, about a dog with a bucket full of just born puppies, in a room full of older puppies of different breeds, and a long dead beloved cat enjoying a hop up and down on a pogo stick, like in a cartoon. That was a good dream too, and it had me smiling with joy all Monday. My niece had a baby girl yesterday. Twenty some odd years ago I was there for the birth of my niece, but I was not able to get away this time to be there for the birth of her daughter. They texted me a photo, which had me smiling for joy in the grocery store yesterday afternoon. Then I came on here, my other ventures this morn leading back here. I looked at the date of my comment, counted the months, and realized, it has been 9 months since I wrote it, dreamed that dream (- AND since my niece's conception). I remember thinking when I wrote that comment that I should make note of it 9 months later, to maybe help me with the dream, to figure out what is going on inside me, to see where I ended up with it. But I forgot WHEN I wrote it, until my count backward this morn. Oh my gosh! I feel so excited about all this. But I have not found - yet - anything that speaks to me, as to WHY all this came up this morn, this week, out of the blue. Why did I think to come back here this week, today, to Tess's blog to look at my old comment? Why did I search out, today, but not find (yet) any books that speak to me on female bullying or Jungian psych? Why did I recall and seek out an interpretation, today, on my dream about a dog just having given birth to a bucket full of puppies, in a room full of puppies and a beloved pet cat, long dead, jumping up and down on a pogo stick? Anyone? Bueller? Ferris Bueller? LOL. One thing, out of the blue, just led me to the next, then to another, like following, picking up, bread crumbs. But what is all this telling me? I feel so expectant - LOL. I NEED something - but have no idea what - a pickle?? ice cream?? It feels like something is awaiting (my attention? my discovery) - just around the corner. Of course there is lots more to all this, my life, etc, these last 9 months, plus another coincidence in my life from 9 mo ago, that came up (out of the blue) again this week too. Blah blah. But what is it telling me, what is this expectation? Anyone? Bueller, Ferris Bueller? LOL. PS - I LOVE your books, Tess :-) OK, I went back that same day and found Marion Woodman's The Pregnant Virgin, Rachel Simmons's Odd Girl Speaks Out (already read Odd Girl), and Mean Girls, Meaner Women. I didn't understand how all that went together, but upon beginning to read, I am getting it . . . |
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