This morning during staff meeting I doodled a dream I had a few nights ago on the back of a business card. It was the first dream I'd ever had with my son in it. As a result I shared it with my training psychotherapist and was able to make a lot of helpful connections.
In the dream I could fly (not uncommon in my dreams), but for the first time in my life I did not fly alone. I took my son up in my arms and flew with him to places where I'd grown up. We hovered over a basketball court in a gymnasium and I even flew him up high to see the lights on the scoreboard. We then flew to a house that I used to live in where an old lady was living now. She invited us in and let us look around.
The resulting doodle seems to be a Chagall/Superman/Hoosier hodge podge...
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- A. Monk
- “Aaroneous Monk” brings to mind the image of a bumbling but well-meaning hermit who continually trips himself up in his overgrown beard as he attempts to battle evil in the world but, more often than not, forgets about the darkness in his own heart. It also sounds similar to the legendary jazz pianist Thelonious Monk, but with a faux-Greek twist. Thelonious was known for being able to maintain two disparate rhythms going at the same time with his hands seemingly disconnected from each other. That kinda sums up my struggle...
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