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  • We knew ahead of time that there would be severe weather and the tornado watches began early in the morning with severe storm watches and warnings and even a tornado warning in there somewhere. I decided the day before that I would paint on this stormy day, so I was already set up and ready to go in the basement area. The wind did kick up a storm for awhile and I just painted and danced and kicked my 'heals' .

    I started with a crayon scribble on drawing paper, to loosen up and get rid of the beginning inhibitions of painting and then finger painted on top of the scribbles with soft acrylic paints. I found an old acrylic ink painting on synthetic Yupo paper that was a disaster, and joyfully smeared paint all over it, thoroughly loving the feel of the paint swirling and squishing on the paper and the marks left by my fingers. I had bought a bag of baby oranges partly because I liked the mesh bag. Well, OK, I bought them for the cool bag, but they are good to eat too, so I ate one after I washed the paint off my hands, cut some pieces off the bag and stuck them in the paint.
  • That night, I had a dream, a poopy potty dream, how awe-full! I probably have them once or twice a year, that I remember anyway, but who's counting? I usually say to myself, let's not write this one down in our journal, OK? Someone might see it after I die. What will the neighbors' think? And since I'm in my mid 70's, that's a possibility somewhere in the future, but because I am taking a class with Robert Moss, on active dreaming, I write it down and work with it to discover what it is saying to me and It….Is….. Awesome. Then I watch a video and practice some Yin Yoga, which is a yoga of opening up, relaxing into a pose and releasing tension, which fits perfectly with the dream and my body.
  • Poopy Play and a Pot of Flowers and Fish

    (Does anyone ever admit to having a Potty Dream? Me neither.)

    I am in a large room with a linoleum floor and there are some bathroom stalls along one side. The windows are frosted glass which gives a soft pleasant light. Men and women are coming in to use the stalls and there are children playing on the floor with toys and scarves. I gather up some scarves with fish and flowers on them as I want to play with them and use them in a collage. I wonder about the sanitary conditions of the children playing on the floor.

    All the stalls are full, but then I notice a toilet in a corner of the room that has no walls around it. I pick up a couple of scarves and they accidently fall into the toilet in the corner. I pull them out and fold them neatly in a pile and decide to wash all the scarves so they will be clean. I poop in the potty and somehow get some on my index finger, which is pointing up with thumb out and other fingers curled down (Like the L in American Sign Language). I don't see a laboratory to wash my hands, but I make it disappear off of my finger and then begin gathering all the scarves in the room so I can wash them. I choose to find a claw footed bathtub (my favorite) and one appears in another corner of the room. I feel very mindful as I wash the scarves and hang them up to dry on the doors of the stalls.
  • I began interpreting/deciphering/finding meaning of my dreams within my dreams a few months ago, and in much of this dream, I am a lucid observer thinking another dung schite dream, we always have dung to deal with, it's part of life, let's see what happens in this dung dream and what I am to learn.

    My reflections on the dream:

    I have 'changed' a lot of poopy diapers and rinsed them in the toilet before they went in the laundry.

    Waste makes good compost.

    The 'Throne' can be a place of contemplation or a pity pot. It's a choice.

    Happiness is impermanent and we must feed our soul compost (nourishment) and let go of (recycle) what no longer serves us.

    A lotus grows from the mud and is the symbol of the 7th chakra above the top of the head.

    In yoga mudras, the index finger represents air (mind, wind, swords in the Tarot deck), and it forms the L and points upward to light.

    We celebrate several Holy Days in this season, Hanukkah, the Festival of Lights; Winter Solstice when the light is 'born' again; Christmas and Jesus birth in the manger where animals lived in stalls.
  • Changes/Alter-ations, that will be my New Year 'Re-soul-utions':

    I will include more playfulness and nurturing into my life and compost/wash all the 'germs', instead of worrying about them.

    If all the colors are mixed together, it makes a muddy jumble, so I will pay attention and maintain clarity and awareness in body, mind and spirit as much as possible.
  • I will post this in my dream group and get their feedback, as I'm sure they will have some great ideas on 'If it were my dream'….

    Robert Moss is the author of several books on dreaming. I am re-reading his book, 'Dreaming the Soul Back Home, and also re-reading Swami Sivananda Radha's book, Realities of the Dreaming Mind'.

    The first photo is the finger painting on Yupo paper which is almost finished, the second one is a little doll house toilet that has lived in my bathroom in three homes. The third one is the painted scribble, which has changed since this photo and will soon be completed with its own dream poem/story, while the fourth one is an alcohol ink painting with a stenciled Yogini in lotus pose.

    I have saved the best for last, my dear Cowbird friends, where you can see the Cow canister that holds my playing crayons. And remember that old poem?

    Birdie, birdie, in the sky
    Dropped some whitewash in my eye.
    Me no sorry, me no cry,
    Me just glad the cows don't fly.
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