Welcome to my Weekend Coffee Share, hosted by Natalie the Explorer. It’s in the 40s here right now, but the sun shines on my back as I eat my cereal with fruit and drink my half-caff. The newly shorn Bixby wanders around looking for his toys this morning.
If we were having coffee, I’d thank you for waiting until Sunday, as I had a hair appointment yesterday. I’d apologize for missing our coffee chat last week, as I was finishing up some grades that were do and preparing for a night at the theatre with my boyfriend.
He surprised me a few days before, saying he wanted to make sure I had that night Free for a dinner theatre date to see Guys and Dolls. The show and the dinner were both grand!
Last night, I convinced him to go to an Improv Comedy night with me at a Veterans Brewery. The atmosphere and ambiance are casual. I’ve only been once before. ..but I loved it! We both loved it last night, too. The comedians are everyday people; one joked about the accident that left him wheelchair bound, another about kicking cancer and what apologies she’d have to make if she didn’t make it.
Improv has a creative process, and I identify with and respect these folks, being a writer. My work occurs in isolation though, and I love sitting somewhere amidst the laughter and following a comedian’s line of thought. A nice activity for a long weekend; I sure needed this break in my routine!
I didn’t do any school work or grading yesterday which was nice. I guess that and my hair appointment forced my Sunday instead of Saturday coffee share. I’ve been keeping up with exercise, so that’s good. I’m going to church in a little while. I haven’t been regular with that, and it’s sad because that is my local extended family. The people are what keeps a church running. The faith is what starts it.
Work has me busy, weather and gray days make me tired. I’m hanging in there for Spring! Days are starting to get longer, and that really has an effect on my energy levels. I’m looking forward to Spring break and a Celtic Fest in March!
Have a great day, everyone! May the sunshine, or the promise of sunshine, spur you on!
Welcome to my Weekend Coffee Share, hosted by Allison at Eclectic Ali. Pull up a chair and your favorite beverage!
It has been a long week, but I survived it and this weekend, I know there’s no need to set an alarm Monday! My grading is done, and I already have some ideas for my lessons in January. It is a good feeling to finally be caught up!
Things got pretty intense this last week. My boyfriend had sinus symptoms ten days ago, and Saturday he called to tell me he tested positive for COVID. I freaked! I was supposed to drive up to meet my brother in S.C. to get my mom and bring her back home…but not in the midst of COVID cases exploding around me! My son also had a cold. After two days, he said, “Nah, I’m getting better. I don’t need a test.” I thought he was being way too headstrong and stubborn, but he kept sounding better day after day. I was, ironically, lucky my boyfriend did not see me the weekend before last since he went to see his dad in Georgia. Therefore, I was outside of that rule “Have you been in contact with someone who has tested positive for COVID-19 in the last two weeks?” Otherwise, I’d have to quarantine away from work for two weeks.
Things are much better. My son’s cold is almost 100% gone, and my boyfriend tested negative for COVID yesterday. So, I’m going to pick up my mom Weds. I’m not too keen on driving in South Carolina during holiday traffic, sometimes I get panicky due to a car accident in 2016, so I’ve asked a friend to drive up with me. She said yes, thank God!
All week at school, the kids were a bit more excitable than usual. Friday, my plan was quite simple: discuss if you would choose either a pause or a reset button on life; explain why, creatively. Then, design/color an ugly (or wonderful) sweater on paper. The standard? “We can co-exist harmoniously.” I challenge anyone to prove to me that is not a legitimate standard in this day and age. I mean, they had to share crayons. The discussion in some of my classes was GREAT!
It was ugly Christmas sweater day, but I don’t have one. So, my Christmas dog mask had to suffice. 🙂 I was tired, but I’ve been tired almost daily for the last few weeks. Those kids kept me awake, though. I have to admit, the students I teach are pretty great. Sometimes, full of too much energy, but they’re good kids. Friday was fun, but it went by just fine. I was given a few nice gifts from the kids that included gift cards to places I love. At the end of the day, one of my female students surprised me and hugged me. She said she was sorry about COVID changing everything and hoped I had a nice Christmas. We don’t hug these days; I was surprised. But I did not shoo her away. There is such a delicate balance between human connection and COVID safety that makes these times hard. I’m not worrying about it, but I worry for those who really need that human connection.
Yesterday (Saturday), I acted as adult chaperone for kids in National Junior Honor Society as we rang the bell for Salvation Army collections. It’s the first actual holiday event I’ve joined in, being so cautious and having slight COVID anxiety. This is always a fun event, as the kids are great and very civic-minded. Several of the students were in my class last year, and some I had taught two years ago, so it was nice to catch up. I was still a little tired, though, so I left when my shift was over at 2 p.m. and at home, got the first nap of my Winter Break!
Welcome to my Weekend Coffee Share, hosted by Allison at Eclectic Ali. There is a fuzzy dog at my feet, and my mug contains matcha green tea, a ritual I follow three days a week in my attempt to be ‘awake but not wired’ and to ensure that coffee doesn’t interfere with my sleep later. Enjoy whatever beverage you’d like for our little chat!
Today I want to talk about dreams. Some nights I don’t have them. Other nights, I wake from a dream and think about it, then I start thinking about work or bills or, you name it, my thoughts start racing. It’s handy at 5:30 a.m., when I would soon be waking, but it’s agonizing at 3 a.m. However, I’ve noticed a recurring dream and wondered how it fits in with my life.
This recurring dream subject is the dream where I am lost on the streets of my city, trying to find my way home. In one of them, I am with my son as a child. In a more recent one, I am on my own. In each, my goal is the same, and I am completely unfamiliar with the streets I roam. They seem a little dangerous, or maybe they’re just different to me. In each dream, I entrust myself to strangers I meet on the street to help me get back to the main street and find a central point with which I am familiar. Some of them seem unsavory characters or street people, maybe young ‘thugs,’ but that is just a stereotype. All of these people help me and prove to me I was right to trust them. This certainly applies to my life. I’m learning.
“The problem of a dream like this is that you cannot find your way home. The meaning of the dream lies in the symbolism of home and your inability to find your way to it.
The Symbolism of Home and Your Conscious Attitude
Our home symbolizes our whole situation in life, meaning our entire system of adaptation to life: our relationships, our motivating forces, and in particular, our dominate attitude. By attitude I mean it in the way C.G. Jung defined it:
our habitual point of reference toward life
how we respond to typical life events without even thinking about it” (This hits a nerve, as my fight-or-flight tenses me up so often, automatically)
‘If you feel anxiety in your life (Duh, have you met me?), then now you know where to look for the problem. It has something to do with home and finding your your way into yourself. If you do not feel anxiety, then the unconscious says, “Okay, there’s something wrong here and you don’t see it. You haven’t found your way home yet.”
This dream image of lostness is an archetypal image: lost in the world. It’s part of the Hero’s Journey. Anyone who takes the road less traveled will certainly find themselves in this lost state. It’s the only path to your true self. If this is you, then be happy that you have lost your way, even though it’s scary.”
Finding my way home for me could mean writing; it could mean writing the truth instead of making up fantastical stories, or it could mean just getting back to writing , as I have a sort of writer’s block currently. It could mean striking a balance between my traits I’ve developed to protect myself and those which move me to be fearless at times. I’ve spent years trying new things; perhaps that was just part of the journey, and now I’m figuring out which of these things are for me and which are not. For instance: getting a dog (keep), certain extra volunteer work responsibilities (lose or shuffle), my job (keep for now) :), teaching during COVID (well, I’m still doing it), church volunteer activities (not doing much in that way currently), writing (not doing enough of it), health and exercise (Yes, girl, keep it)!
Here’s the thing, if something does not feel right for me, such as, I feel controlled, feel boxed in, or mistreated, it is not my home. At my heart and soul level I have to lose or be rid of that thing (such as my former marriage). However, being who I am, I normally beat around the bush, negotiate, ask for small changes, and still suffer when I know I am not at home in my heart. Well, I have made such a move recently, and I feel so at peace. I’ve also been talking to people about my perception and my needs, and it feels great. It is the trusting I’ve done.
Part of trusting is trusting yourself. We’re normally ashamed to tell anyone we feel twisted up inside, but when you do so, and they hear and understand, you have also trusted the world and trusted you will handle it if they break that trust. You’ve put your truth out there, and if the world wants to judge you for it, that’s their problem. Remember the lotus? It’s even stronger because it struggled through the mud to bloom and become a beautiful flower. Lotus is a constant returning symbol that I use in my mindset. Let me tell you, as a writer, I am putting contents of my mind out there constantly…and every time I read Bad Boy by Walter Dean Myers where he bears his heart in his life story, I am encouraged to share my stories, and I feel a little more fearless.
The future is bright, my friends. I will find my way home, and it may be an atypical home, but I will feel at peace there and won’t hesitate to tell you about it.
Thank you for stopping by! Weekend Coffee Share is a global once a week event where we share our thoughts, lives, and progress with other bloggers far and wide. I know my share was a little specific; I’m just proud I was focused on something! You will find good people from all walks of life through the coffee shares, teachers, bloggers, writers, poets, community activists and you will be heard. Check out Allison’s site at https://eclecticali.wordpress.com/2020/12/04/weekendcoffeeshare-catching-up-2/#comment-12672
Have a great weekend and even better week next week!
For the animals. This is my weekend coffee share, hosted by Allison at http://eclecticali.wordpress.com every weekend. Friday and Monday are days off of work for me. Finally! Nonetheless, I dreamed work dreams on both Friday and Saturday night, probably because by Sunday a.m., I still hadn’t spend anymore than fifteen minutes on work that I brought home, and I always bring home work! Above is the album cover for my new Moby c.d., and it is beautiful. The animals look so human. His music really takes me away, which, as you can tell, I really need. Anyhow, I think I read somewhere that Moby is a vegetarian, which is something I think about doing but haven’t yet, for a few different reasons.
I took good care of myself Friday; I had lunch with an old friend and then shopped at a so-called upper scale consignment shop. I got a pedicure and got out for fun singing karaoke with my boyfriend. Saturday, I met some work friends for lunch and afterward, my son and I took our dog, Bixby, to the dog park. Bixby fell in love. Oh, he has been fixed, but he always seems to find one dog that he wants to follow around and try to dominate. Dog-training does not seem to help that.
He pretty much chased this one dog from one end of the dog park to the other! It was fun to watch though, including the way the other dog resisted his advances. Smart pup, she was! After that, we came home and I gave him a bath, so he could return to his clean, fluffy self.
So, tomorrow I will exercise and go to the chiropractor. I really need that; it seems I have carpal tunnel, and I’m dead set against surgery at this point in my life. I also have arthritis. Boo. I’ve been told before that one should reduce carbs to keep arthritis at bay. Well, I do try. I’ve thought about vegeterianism, because I hate cooking meat, but I worry that if I adopted that lifestyle, I would end up eating more carbs to satisfy my hunger. Am I wrong on this point? I mean, I do need to eat more greens and want to feel healthier, overall. That, and I love animals. I also thought about Paleo, even if it’s on and off, because that way I’d really reduce the carbs. I have to be careful, because I also get spastic colon, a syndrome that came to me via heredity and ample stress. Sigh. I’d be glad to hear from any vegetarians or Paleo enthusiasts about what has worked for you.
I’ve done some great self-care this weekend that I had put off for too long. Sadly, I will have to carve out time today and maybe on my day off tomorrow for the paperwork I brought home from work. I will not fret; this won’t last forever. My summer will come, and it will be full of fun, writing, and my character, Malachi!
Welcome to the Weekend Coffee Share, hosted by Allison at https://eclecticali.wordpress.com/ The weather is quite mild today, but I’m still enjoying a mug of hot coffee!
This week has been another intense one. I worked on editing three nights this week, and the days have been: work, work, work, crunch numbers, target instruction, plan, plan, plan. I stayed late Friday and I am ready for the week! Can you believe the season of Lent is almost here? Time is flying, and I feel short-changed, because I did not get to yoga last week. Trust me, I will this coming week! There was not much time for the blog, but I’ve started a new series about books that are not so well-known, but well worth the read. Visit Installment One here: Books You May Not Know Of… I’ve also been taking care of myself. It almost feels like indulgence, but I’ve been working hard and I deserve it. Really, I’ve just decided to do some basic things that I deserve.
One of those is the pedicure. It has probably been two months. The nicer weather may bring opportunities for sandals, so I got the pedicure yesterday. This was after I had lunch with an old friend I hadn’t seen in 6 months or more. She is such a supportive person; she also works in education but she has other dreams and she is working on them. She can be quite an inspiration. I gave her my short paperback, From Lost to Loved, the imagined tale of my dog’s early life. She is an animal lover and adores her cat like I do my dog; she was ecstatic about the book, so I am so glad I did it. She gave me some social media ideas! This leads in to the new Instagram for my dog: Bixby Fluffikins Canepa! Follow him at bixby_fluffikins
The boyfriend and I went to an art show last night to see a work of art by a friend of mine from church. She is new to the art scene. It was great to see her enthusiasm and her post-modern piece. We did not stay out late, but it was something different to do. I cannot believe how much I packed into this weekend already. Yesterday morning I was finishing up work things I know I won’t get to on Monday. Then, I happened to check e-mail and see I got my DNA report back from Ancestry DNA. I just have to say, it’s fascinating! Since I had a hard time inserting the whole picture, the breakdown is:
I’ve been on genealogy websites and found myself linked to someone from Italy, Spain, and Ireland in addition to the English, Welsh, German and French I already knew of along with all of Mom’s Scandinavian from Norway and Denmark. Iberian Peninsula is near Spain. The Middle East connection totally blows my mind. I absolutely found all of this amazing, and I wish I could know the family stories, though some of them may be 1,000 years old, in which case I’ll have to imagine the story of a wayfarer from afar traveling to Europe or England, marrying into a whole new bloodline. Perhaps there was migration due to war. It just sparks my imagination, and I feel so connected to the world!
To bring this to a close, I am so thankful for everything that is giving me such a full life right now! Yes, I feel positive about the challenges at work. Yes, I feel like I can still make time and fit in the things I enjoy like Art, Family history, writing, and taking care of myself! Next week will be a great one. I’ll fit in an hour on three or more nights for editing; I’ll even be sure to get to yoga class. 🙂
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