A Dream, Backwards and Yet...

My back went out the other day just bending over shaking the kitchen drain plug into the trash can. A small pop and I knew I was in trouble. Sometimes the smallest movement can throw a back out.  Gary quickly got the ice pack and put it on my back. Later lying prone with nothing active but my mind, I sank into the depths of despair. It has been so long since my back went out I thought I was done with that part of my health problems, One must be careful all the time with a bad back. Luckily a day or two with ice and rest and I am almost back to normal. I am thanking my lucky stars I didn't have months, even years, of recovery like I did previously with the back and other issues. Moving forward at a very careful pace I am hoping all will be back to normal.

Then yesterday Gary spilled a glass of wine on the laptop. OMG first I drop the smart phone in water and then the laptop takes a hit, more dollars down the drain. I quickly wiped the spill up and hoped for the best. So far it looks like only the keyboard is inoperative and I can get a replacement part which is on order. I have plugged in a separate keyboard which I purchased (it's waterproof) to utilize the computer.

When I was a child, probably in my pre-teens, I had a recurring dream. I had the dream over and over again for many years. How many years I can't remember now; but I do remember the dream to this day, just like it was yesterday.

I was walking through a forest on my way somewhere. At the time I had the feeling the trip was important and I had to get there without wasting any time. I'd been walking on the path for what seemed like a very long time. I was getting very tired and thought I wasn't making enough progress. I came to a small clearing in the forest and there was a tunnel. For some reason I thought the tunnel might be a short cut. I decided to take the short cut instead of the path through the forest. I started through the tunnel and walked and walked. I didn't seem to be getting to where I wanted to go any faster through the tunnel. After a long, long time, I thought I might have made the wrong choice. I decided to walk back to the beginning of the tunnel and take the path through the forest. I walked and walked back and back, retracing my steps. I walked much further back through the tunnel than I'd come and eventually I realized I'd never get back to the beginning of the tunnel.

At that point in the dream being totally frustrated, full of despair, I'd wake up. Over and over again I had that dream for many years.

While I was laid up with my back I mulled over quite a few ideas about future clay work I plan to do. So onward and upward, backwards some of the time and yet, there is always forward movement, even if not apparent at the time. Ideas for the future keep me going and motivated. (Images borrowed from the net for illustrative purposes). Thanks for reading and for all your comments.