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Touching Ground

I’ve been home a week now. I’ve come back to responsibilities, and obligations, and stress, and static, and more static, and rejections, two of them, neither of which made me cry, but still: I’m disappointed. There hasn’t been good news in a while, it seems. I know I’m exaggerating, but sometimes the emotions take over and reality gets squished into a corner and you’re too taken up by the drama to let it out.

I’m just having a tough time. Blah, blah, boring.

Yesterday, I felt the weight of it all coming down on me so I did a terrible, evil thing. I napped. Toward the end of the day. I just didn’t want to have my eyes open anymore.

I had a dream.

I was back at the writers colony, my very last week there, and I discovered that there were two doors in my studio that I had never bothered to open. I opened the one on the left and discovered, to my great delight, that it led to a sweeping balcony all along the side of the house. I ran out into the open air, thrilled. Then I was immediately disappointed that I hadn’t bothered to check what was behind this door before this moment. I was about to go home and I’d only discovered it now. I was kicking myself.

Then I found, at the edge of the roof, this little contraption. A step to stand on and then a rope and pulley system to raise and lower it to another level of the balcony. I stepped on it and lowered myself to the second level of the balcony, but I couldn’t get it to stop. The rope plunged me down to the ground. Then I tried to raise it back up and stop at my floor, but I couldn’t get it to stop again and this time I rose up high into the sky, at the very tip top of the house, wavering in the bright blue sky.

I could go either all the way up or all the way down. There was no stopping in the middle so I could get back to where I started. I had no control over where I wanted to be.

The dream ended with me on the ground again, asking another artist if he knew how to get the thing to stop halfway. He didn’t. No one did. I was about to try once more—in the dream I was afraid of getting in trouble with the writers colony staff for messing up some antique lift system and mucking up its rope on the lawn—so I was just about to send myself soaring back upward, hoping I’d find a way to stop this time, hoping I’d find a way to get myself where I wanted to go… hoping, this time, I’d somehow know what to do.

Then E woke me up for dinner.

I opened my eyes and still felt the wind in my face, the beating of my heart as I sped up, up into the sky.

7 thoughts on “Touching Ground

  1. …damn you E, why did you wake her? Now we’ll never know what’s behind door #2!🙂

  2. i hear you. and i cheer you.🙂 i haven’t had too hot a time with my writing, either–i spent the entire day in bed Saturday, and “A” lectured me saying I was ignoring all my achievements. You just got into Yaddo and had a wonderful productive time.🙂 What an accomplishment in and of itself. It’s hard to touch earth. I wonder how the first astronauts did it.

    • Think the end of this Mercury retrograde will start things kicking? I hope so. And I know you’re right. I’m not lessening the good things, but it’s hard not to get disheartened by the bad and the other stresses and frustrations going on in life now. I didn’t let myself think about it while I was away, but… can’t help but face it now.

      And thank you. I cheer YOU. Should I help “A” with the lecture?😉

  3. Great dream! I love that you had the courage to get on the contraption again. Maybe this time, at the top there would be something else you hadn’t noticed before– a stairway, a hot air balloon, a rocket…

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