Bucket List or Picnic Basket?

January always brings goals setting.

A bucket list is a popular way to capture what your heart would like to experience before the end of your days. Often these fantasies are unlikely to occur, though a creative person can accept slight changes– such as location–to cross off a bucket list item.

The basket concept (http://kathyssoapbox.blogspot.com/2013/04/bucket-list-or-picnic-basket.html) includes recent, current and near-future experiences. A basket holds your past adventures, calculates changing needs, abilities and desires for a more flexible and attainable reality.

So I can’t go jogging. The experience is carefully lifted from the basket to be slotted in past memories. I can walk the dog along the riverside park pathway. Add a bit more of those trips to the mix. Find some state park events on the easy list and experience more than just camping.

Baskets. I imagine I’d have a few to keep, swap and even eliminate.

See what you think. Drag that bucket out and realize there is much practicality can transform.

(C) 2014 Sandra Davidson

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Wary Dreamer

Rarely have I dreamed of myself or as myself.

Perhaps it is the writer in me, those times when I wake from dreaming and, in the dark, scribble franticly to capture the essence of contiguous or repetitive dreams. No matter what the dream, I wake as if movie credits had
According to a professional source, this is highly unusual. A woman who has worked in the counseling profession for more than 20 years said she’d never had a client who dreamed this way.begun to roll. This is not to say I am unaffected by the dreams.

There have been few exceptions and I find them alarming and disturbing to the point I do not wish to rest, to risk sleep and another first-person dream. One span was in my early 20s. On a nightly basis I was eviscerating a person I knew; the details were visually and tactilely real.

These dreams pushed me into my first experience with a counselor. Obviously I resolved the underlying fears attached to the dreams and to the object of the dreams.

I’m not a violent person, though I know I could be if the act were necessary.

I’m dreaming in second person and first person again, sometimes switching between the two. Most often these dreams feature people I know. I can identify the key triggers, but they are rusty things, things I thought I had dealt with years ago. I feel I can find no resolution because the fears are known to me.

I want to go back to my normal. I can find no way across the chasm except down and forging through.