It seems that I have continued my streak of rising slightly early...not early enough to accomplish much of note, to be sure, but perhaps I can eek out a few lines in this journal before it is time to dress and begin the morning prayer of the liturgy.
Lately I have been having the strangest dreams. I dreamt last night that I was a younger woman, with a husband and two children. It felt so real. Difficult, wonderful, messy...underneath it all was this sense of trying and failing, which felt sad somehow. Yes. Underneath it all was a sadness.
I do not know who this woman is...a part of my Self? Or perhaps she is real (it certainly felt that way), connected to me somehow through time and space? I do not know, but perhaps I will meditate upon it this morning and pray for some sort of illumination. Certainly I will pray for her, even if she is a figment of my imagination. I imagine that the Christ who prayed for prostitutes and tax collectors will indulge the prayers of this fanciful sister for one imaginary housewife and her children.
More later. I must get dressed. My stomach is growling, and I hope Sister Teresa is the one cooking breakfast this morning. Sister Margaret always burns everything. Perhaps I shall pray for her as well.
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Date: 2005-01-27 01:36 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2005-01-27 01:53 pm (UTC)Speaking of dreams, I've been having these odd, reoccurring dreams as of late. One is that of packing and getting ready to move 'somewhere.' The odd thing is that the dream seems to progress. It's a bit like experiencing a badly written soap opera.
I need to remember this for a journal entry.
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Date: 2005-01-27 02:29 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2005-01-27 03:26 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2005-01-27 07:07 pm (UTC)/self getclue
Ok, I got it. :)
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Date: 2005-01-29 06:38 am (UTC)Maybe I've just watched The Sound of Music too often.