The only positive thing I can think of that has come from the self-quarantine resulting from the pandemic–besides my son and I talking long distance every day–is that I’ve availed myself of the habit of waking up thinking.That is, I just lay there and think. This morning I knew I’d had a good-feeling dream but it had disappeared. I tried the process of free association to the images that came to me, and by “free associating” via images to my images I got back to my dream, which was a good one. More anon about thoughts that came to me after coffee.
A joke, people…or is it?