Stephanie Soper grew up in Rhode Island, and currently lives in Washington D.C. where she does intuitively-guided emotional healing. Previously she was an education consultant, which included leading a project for the State Department's Office of Overseas Schools that designed academic standards for the American Overseas School. Her three childhood dreams were to be telepathic, an artist and to be a doctor. Though not a doctor, she does help people heal. With the addition of her newly-revived habit of painting, she is living out all three of her dreams. She begins: "I've been ruminating on the idea of daring to dream in the weeks since I first encountered Whitney's website. It made intuitive sense to say dare to dream instead of just dream, but I kept wondering why dreaming requires daring. Seems like a thing we all do naturally, right?"
Have you read the Reader's Digest article titled 'Dare to Dream: What happens in your head at night is more important than you think'? According to scientific research, our dreams communicate to our conscious mind what our subconscious mind is worried about (or not) thus helping us work through the day's emotional quandaries. Let me give you a few examples: 1) Several years ago, I met a woman that I wanted to be friends with, but in my waking life I wasn't sure I could trust her. That is, until I dreamt about two different people (one man, one woman) in my distant past whom I couldn't trust. When I juxtaposed how I felt when I interacted with this woman vs. the other two individuals, my subconscious was telling me I could absolutely trust her.
There are so many wonderful women in my life that I suppose I sometimes take them for granted. Which is why I think I had the dream I had this week. Here's the redux. A group of women I'm friendly with, all of whom have children my daughter's age, had organized a playdate, one to which all of the mothers and daughters were invited, except my daughter and me. I was devastated at having being excluded, and needed to tell someone. But when I sought out those who were mother figures in whom I hoped to confide my grief, each was genuinely concerned and caring for about five minutes, and then had to run off, being 'late for a very important date'. And so the devastation continued.
With the holiday season upon us, I wanted you to know how profoundly grateful I am to each of you. For reading, commenting, and most especially for your daring and dreaming. As a token of my appreciation, I'd like to share with you Irene Chan's delightful illustration of a pineapple, the centuries-old symbol of warmth and hospitality. Pineapples were considered a gift of royal privilege during the colonial era because they were so rare, and therefore expensive. Though no longer difficult to come by, the symbolism of seems to endure. Perhaps because pineapples require effort to enjoy. Between the harvesting, peeling (the prickliness!) and coring, pineapples are no apple or banana.
Hello, hello! We’ve been on vacation for the better part of two weeks -- plenty of time to think, little time to write. Next time I go on hiatus, I will let you know beforehand. The first order of belated business is to direct you to the blogs of Barbara Torris and Brett Farmiloe. Brett, the founder of Pursue the Passion, who put finger to keyboard to tell his story, while Barbara, a 65 year-old retired educator and grandmother, who helps me see my possibilities, has identified her heros. The second order of business is to flag a report (with a nod to Entrepreneur Daily and USA Today) published by the Pew Research Center Social and Demographic Trends Project titled "Fewer Mothers Prefer Full-Time Work". I wasn't all that surprised to learn that 6 in 10 full-time working moms would prefer to work part-time; however, I was intrigued to learn that the divide between working and at-home moms has widened.
My friend Lana Grover has likened systergy to the experience we have at a farmer's market. Fresh fruits and vegetables and homemade goods are bought and sold at farmer's markets. There is bounty, there is exchange, there is a personal touch that is nurturing; there is community. May you delight in these farmer's market images, courtesy of Tableau Vivante, as much as I do.