My dreams are often drawn and look real. The people and places remain actual but I see them as drawn by hand.Yesterday, on a facetime birthday (7th) call to CA from CT our granddaughter used some odd app - and she became a black and white drawing of herself - so now my dream seems closer to reality. I am dreaming of crossing a frozen lake (like the oil painting I created after walking across Lake Candlewood) on a bitterly cold day with my husband. I completed this R/T once - vowing never again - and we were fine. In my dream I must once again cross the frozen lake but I am afraid that due to climate change I will break through and die. I feel death is close - not a distant & abstract concept any longer - I must wear a mask in my dream and no virus is lurking on the other side of the lake. I will contract covid only if I remain on this side of the lake. I must cross. I wear my Star of David around my neck and hold hands with my husband. We begin to walk on the ice. Crack crack crack !! Tree stumps stick up, all are dead. This lake is manmade & originally flooded rolling farmland. Crack crack crack! I want to turn back but fear covid. Suddenly my feet slip beneath me as the ice opens in a wide gap. I reach for my husband and we look at each other closely. It is the same glance as the moment several winters ago when at 2 AM, 10th floor of Marriott, Anchorage Alaska a 7.1 earthquake shook our room violently, the hotel was like a ship tossed in violent waves. Miraculously we felt secure simply because we were with one another. CRACK CRACK CRACK I wake up and reach across our bed for my husband’s hand.
October 29, 2020
Esta semana fue contrastante primero porque continué realizando trabajo de campo en una colonia de trabajadores de Matamoros acerca de sus prácticas culturales, las cuáles son al aire libre, sin embargo, fue un poco estresante porque la mayor parte no usan cubrebocas, solo otra profesora y yo lo usábamos, y me sentía como fuera de lugar, además de que la mayor parte saludaba de mano, por lo que continuamente usaba gel, pero lo hacia discretamente para que no se tomará como actitud irrespetuosa ante ellos. La segunda experiencia fue la asistencia a un ceremonia en memoria de dos médicos pediatras que murieron durante la epidemia. Uno de los cuáles era un amigo entrañable. No pude contener las lágrimas ante los discursos y me pareció tan injusto que dos médicos que eran tan importantes para atender a los niños de la ciudad hubiesen muerto por esta epidemia.
November 1, 2021