The DreamTwo months after my husband died I started feeling obsessed with the idea that I had to redo the floors in the room of our home where he had passed away. The intensity of this obsession with the floor was puzzling . . . until I had the following dream: I am sitting at a desk with a fountain pen trying to write a
phrase, and I’m having a hard time spelling the first word of the phrase. At first it comes out: “Soling for stability” I cross that out and try this: “Souling for stability” I cross that out and try yet again: “Soloing for stability” At that attempt I suddenly laugh out loud, and wake up
inside the dream, realizing that it is a dream. I also realize that each of the words is correct and that’s
why I couldn’t choose which one to write. The obsession with the floor is now clear: I needed to rebuild my foundations. Redoing the floor was both pragmatic and symbolic of this phase of my grieving - i.e. a ritual action. (This is why we have so many rituals to mark life transitions such as this one. The outer actions give form to the inner chaos and allow us to move through those passages with more grace and certainty.)
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