Sunday, October 3, 2010

Dream correction

I dreamt of my father last night. It was one of those dreams that beautifully laid bear one of my many faults for inspection without belabouring or preaching, as dreams do. We were looking together at a map of the Baltic and he was expressing a desire to go there and was naming places on the coast as possibilities. When I expressed obstacles, rather than share in his aspiration, he gently reproved me for this, rightly. I woke aware of how often I default to the barriers in the way (in spite of a usually optimistic nature): a niggling after the negative!

I also pondered the significance of the 'Baltic' realizing that it is where the family name has its origins: in Germany subsequently traveling East (as indeed did our studying of the shared map, eyes passing from left to right). The best argument for the name's origins is for a 'beginning' on Rugen island in the Baltic.

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