The Power of Dreams

I’ve been keeping a dream journal for several years now. Some of my dreams are obviously my brain’s way of sorting through the day’s mishmash of impressions, thoughts and visual stimuli, but others sometimes contain a cryptic message sent by my subconscious for me to decipher. Or so I like to believe.

Sometimes our days can be made or broken by the quality of our dreams

Yesterday I had plans to get a lot done. Instead, I ended up watching about three episodes of Breaking Bad and the new Hobbit film with my son. How on earth was my brain supposed to deal with all the emotions and the screen images I had taken in? That was a lot of action, and Breaking Bad is disturbing, whereas The Hobbit film is pure fantasy.

This morning I awoke with a headache and promised myself I would be ultra productive. Well, I wasn’t. So much for plans.

It was so blustery outside, with skies like curtains of the deepest grey and, if that wasn’t depressing enough, I had a lingering dream lurking under the surface and hindering my ability to do anything constructive. Yes, I went food shopping and yes, I did laundry and made dinner, but I didn’t paint and I didn’t write, nor did I sew. These are the real things that make me come alive.

So, although I was not fighting Orks or trying to climb a slippery mountain, my dream, which I was desperately trying to recall, was unrelated to the films I had just watched. Why did it leave me feeling foggy and under the weather? I dreamt I was showing some faceless woman a roomy, weathered and worn rucksack belonging to a friend. I was telling her that my friend had reduced all her belongings and taken off with nothing but the contents of that rucksack.  Well, there’s nothing ominous about that, is there? Perhaps I had dreamt something else. Yesterday I felt uneasy, even before I watched those films; it could have been caused by the weather and this constant rain.

But I have enough tools in my toolbox to snap myself out of it or just let this day pass.

Let it be done and over with, for tomorrow is another day

I will program my dreams tonight to let in the light. Tomorrow I will work wonders!


Who am I and Why am I Here

Hi, my name is Barbara and I’m writing this as part of an assignment in Blogging 101.

Who am I?

I come from Ireland, have lived in the U.S. and am married to a German, which is why I now live in Germany.

My interests are many and varied, but now that my sons have grown up and left, I am working on having my books edited. These are my new children. I think it is important to have a passion in life. That’s what keeps us going.

In Germany, I trained to become a Naturopath and have had my own practice working as a homeopath, reflexologist and colour puncture (think of acupuncture but instead of needles I use coloured crystal rods). Sometimes our interests change as we grow, and after I closed my practice I moved on to writing, which has always been my passion. The novel I am editing at the moment is called Where She Belongs. My aim is to give it my best shot and work at it until I feel I cannot improve it any more.

I have been married to the same man since 1984. Think Science meets Gypsy New Age Bohlemian rhapsody. I think this particular explanation of rhapsody fits our marriage well. Music. an instrumental composition irregular in form and suggestive of improvisation (, just in case I get into trouble for not quoting the source).

I also teach some English classes, do some translation and love to travel, cook, sew and paint. Really, I’m turned on by anything beautiful, a walk in nature, flowers, fashion, food, interiors, human kindness, a bright smile, a kind word, humour, especially humour.

Today my son said ‘I think I got the rational side of me from Dad, but I got a lot from you, too.’

Although afraid to ask, I couldn’t resist. ‘So, what do you think you picked up from me?’

‘The irrational side,’ he said. ‘…and the creative side.’

That about sums it up! I have no idea what the future might bring, but I certainly want it to be enjoyable, full of positive surpises and laughter…oh yes, and travel.

C’est ca!

Now where do I put that blogging icon or whatever it’s called. I copied it but don’t know where to insert it.