Sail Away Sweet Sister

This is all about God, prayer, community, music, art, poetry, theology, love and all sorts of things people run into on their life journey, especially when the second half of life is looming ahead. It is inspired by Fr Richard Rohr, by the Contemplative Outreach of Fr Thomas Keating, by C.G. Jung, by C.S. Lewis, Alan Watts, St Beuno's retreat house and all the communities I have a privilege to belong to. It is dedicated to and I hope will be used by my nearest and dearest, scattered all over the planet, and who are falling upwards with me.

Monday, 19 March 2012

The message gets clearer, or Kitchen Talk

If anything happens now in my dreams, it is going on within four walls…

I have to deliver a presentation of a project for my job. I am standing in the middle of a square room, facing the window; the light outside is a bit blueish – like a winter dusk in Russia. I know that the room is a kitchen, there is a large wooden table with a bench beside, but I do not remember any other kitchen stuff.

The room is full of people, I recognise some colleagues. There is movement, talk, laughter, hands-shaking: nobody listens to me, I begin to feel panic. I see one of our coordinating doctors [the one I had conflicts with in the past], sitting at the table, and ask him to help me to have people’s attention. He dismisses me with a laugh.

2 comments:

  1. to interpret this dream correctly one needs a bit more information. Did you know what you were going to say? Was it all prepared?

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  2. Mmm, well, you are clearly lacking confidence in having the confidence of your colleagues at work. It is interesting that it takes place in a kitchen; perhaps you are cooking up something original and you understand that they will not accept it. You ask for the assistance of your somewhat fearsome doctor but inside you know that you will be rejected. This is maybe one of your biggest fears and yet it is also your opportunity.

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