Last night I dreamt that I went to a meditation retreat on Dec. 24-25. It took place in a church, and while there I met
David Ji (so cool). The thing that struck me as significant was that it took place on Dec. 24. It's significant because that's the one day of the year I pretty much have to see my mother.
Coincidentally, the afternoon after my dream, I received a brochure in the mail advertising meditation retreats at
Shambhala Mountain Center. I've decided I do want to go on some sort of spritual retreat; not necessarily at Shambhala Mountain, but somewhere away from people and technology.
(Speaking of dreams, about a week ago I dreamt that I opened my mailbox and there was a letter from an attorney's office addressed to my ex-husband. I opened the letter, and it said he had been charged with grand larceny by the state's attorney's office. I wonder if he's gotten himself in more trouble...)