The Blessing of Metonymy: A Dream Poetics
On the broad steps leading down to the Western WallA beautiful woman came up to me: You don’t remember me,I’m Shoshana in Hebrew. Something else in other languages . . .
Let The Words Fall Out
For years I didn’t speak much within my dreams. I thought a lot of things, but I didn’t say them out loud. This reflected how I operated in life. There was a way that I held back my words. It was a life long habit. Maybe it is something I started early in life when speaking up didn’t serve me well. Humans have an amazing ability to speak – but so many of us hold back.