Re-collection is collecting again—here, collecting my thoughts.
The magical retreat this weekend left me with a feeling of unease that I’m going to have to look at. To take that look, I’ll write in my journal.
I’ve kept a journal since I was eleven or twelve, and it’s my most intimate counselor. It’s another version of me to think things through with. I blurt everything onto the page, and then minutes-later me starts to sort it.
We had a bunch of nightmares, the last night of the dream retreat. Some clearly were personal, but at least one spoke to the group at large.
To get through the next years, I strongly feel we need to take up the transpersonal and remake community. I don’t yet know what that remaking looks like. But if we do remake community, if my dream retreat formed a small extended family, these nightmares are in part mine.
Besides other people’s, my own dreams had a handful of recommendations. So did the weekend’s omens and meditations. Right now, I’m constantly resorting my steps toward the healed world. An evening or morning updating my journal soon is part of that.