I’m standing out near the curb in front of my mother’s house near the corner where I like to park. It’s nighttime. I’m standing with a group of Georgia’s students from her Monday night classes. Georgia is wondering if someone wants to assist her by taking responsibility for a Tuesday night meditation group over Zoom. It’s going to be a half hour or so long from 7pm-7:30pm PT. I volunteer to facilitate this. There’s a symbol of a circle with a star in the middle. Inside the star is a white rose.
We’re discussing what the format will be and there are six meditations to focus on. Georgia goes over them quickly and I’m trying to grok precisely these meditations so I associate them to who-what-where-why-when-what. Then I’m trying to deepen this association because I know I’m dreaming and I want to be able to recall the meditations when I wake up.
Robin walks up and starts to talk with me. I adore her but the timing isn’t really good but we start talking and the group walks away to the elevated front yard in front of the house and starts singing Amazing Grace. They break up into two groups, one leading and one following a bar behind. It sounds really beautiful and I walk over and join them.
Feeling curious, elated, joyful
Wanting to remember the meditations but can’t quite get there.
