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I have had dreams, and I’ve had nightmares. I overcame the nightmares because of my dreams. Jonas Salk
Do our dreams tell us anything? I’ve been having really weird dreams and most of them are about not being ready to do the job I had years ago. Last night my horse was in my dream, we were in a race and we were one of three finalists. We were given two sheets of paper which I crumpled up and put in my pocket. My horse broke a rein but I had a back-up one on the bridal. My dream ended before the final competition. I never read the crumpled paper so I don’t know what it was telling me.
My dreams are about moving forward, worrying about being unprepared, facing the next challenge, resourcefulness, and trusting that life will unfold how it will and I will be able to handle it. At least this is my interpretation.
My cousin just received a copy of my unpublished novel. I sent her a hard copy by mail and she is reading a published novel by a cousin on her Mother’s side. She says she can hardly put it down. This is the debut memoir by author Jesse Thistle called From the Ashes My Story of Being Metis, Homeless and Finding My Way.
I didn’t have time to pick it up last night. It sounds like a good book club pick. We love the books we can discuss at length. This is what book clubs are for, we can look at different sides of a common story and the stories we love the most are ones where people overcome challenges and with perseverance build their lives. When the lives lived also resonate with something in our own lives it makes it all the more powerful.
My mother is reading a memoir about an English bride who came to Canada after World War 1 to see the golden wheat fields. She was planning to go back to England when the dirty thirties hit. She never got back to England. Mom lived through those days on the prairie in Saskatchewan as a child. Mom couldn’t remember the title or author when I spoke to her.
The more that you read, the more things you will know. The more that you learn, the more places you’ll go. Dr. Seuss
Books are a window into the world that no other medium quite achieves. We are immersed in the thoughts of the characters, we know what they know, we see what they see, and we understand what they understand. Movies are removed from that connection as we are only watching from afar.
My cousin and I were laughing about how grateful we are for reading glasses. On the weekend my husband and I ended up in a restaurant and I was fumbling for the reading glasses in my purse only to find they weren’t there. My husband had to read the menu to me. How terrible it would be if reading was over for us because reading glasses didn’t exist.
Reading glasses are a pain and they get in the way, giving a speech with reading glasses is hard. Of course, if we need notes it is impossible to give a speech without them. How many lives would be so much emptier if they didn’t have books to read? My mom spends a lot of time reading.
For people who cannot read or who prefer to listen, we have audiobooks. I’ve listened to an audiobook gardening. It was Jordan Peterson’s 12 Rules for Life and it made going out to the garden a dual win. This year I didn’t listen to a book while I gardened and I didn’t do as much gardening.
We need to ask ourselves have we read a good book lately. If not, why not? The other question is, are our dreams telling us something? Are we working out some of the questions in our lives, in our dreams? What if books and dreams are both trying to teach us something?
Live as if you were to die tomorrow. Learn as if you were to live forever. Mahatma Gandhi
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