Dreaming My Way Home

The dream immediately places me in Squirrel Hill, in Pittsburgh. In the dream I seem to be in the shadow of the school I well-remembered, waiting for a bus to begin my journey home to the suburb of Lincoln Place. . .
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The Psychology of Forgiveness
For me it was a much-anticipated Saturday Zoom session on “Forgiveness,” as Jungian psychologist Renee Cunningham mentioned in her opening remarks that, in the theoretical sense, forgiveness can be seen as a holy experience . .
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A Family’s Immigrant Arc

I have a small sheaf of letters, now barely readable, ink settling into the pages like poor cartography, written by my father, as he was preparing for the passage of his wife and three sons from England to Pennsylvania. . .
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Sound of the Morning Birds

My morning sometimes begins in prayer,
Sometimes laying my nighttime bare,
That dream of a pickled shoe on ocean floor
And whether anyone was keeping score
Or that nighttime shadow on the run . . .

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Aging and the Creative Process

At a Zoom class on Creativity and Aging, the instructor reminded us that creativity requires courage, to let go of our rigid frames. She quotes Nietzsche: “You need chaos in your soul to give birth to a dancing star.”

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The Dream Arc of the Feminine

Perhaps it is my age, perhaps it is the hunger,
Arms reaching through clouds, space and arc
Of the feminine, with hints of women
Prominent in the shifting dream space and
Central to my vision . . .

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