Monday, January 5, 2009 at 12:28PM I've been watching quietly as many of my friends and associates begin 2009 with a renewed burst of activity, a fresh set of goals and objectives, even the determination to find that perfect job (which shows some optimism in itself). It's always a good time for reflection, at the gate of the year, but my intentions are turning in rather the opposite direction.
Wednesday, December 17, 2008 at 8:30AM Not all dreams are full of meaning. We all have the experience of waking up feeling as though a child has been carelessly rummaging around in our subconscious, and hasn't put anything away. Dreams for me come is seasons, and I'm just at the end of a season of none at all. Perhaps I've spent too much of the last two years trying to work out what is true, so I've starved my right brain of stimulation and activity. But recently I have taken to a certain amount of discipline around meditation and stillness, setting time aside to create space for whatever there is behind the mental chatter and the striving for meaningful activity. Perhaps the two aren't connected, but I was rewarded the other night with a galvanic, intense dream, which was so vivid that waking up from it seemed like the normal process of falling asleep. This type don't happen often for me, so I paid attention.