Journal: How?

(Tuesday, January 27, 2026)

I met with Susan’s dream group last night. Susan has an art studio in the Northeast Art District (the California Building), and exhibits at the Art-A-Whirl every year. She says it has been too cold at her studio so she is only working there one day a week. I commiserate. I used to have the peaceful upper floor of our house all to myself, but now my only studio space is in our basement we call “the dungeon.” It is chilled and dreary.

For a year I have been talking about writing stories, including recent conversations with Claudia and Susan. Somehow I have to do this. It is my end-of-life project. Yesterday I shared my dream “Working With A Witch.” Edie the Herbalist agrees to hire me, to give me a job. One of Susan’s interpretations is that I will write stories about my dreams, some that include Edie. Susan also believes I have a healing for my cognitive decline.

One Lakota Medicine Wheel posting I saw online (there are multiple angle and color variations and interpretations): southwest is winter, white, spirituality, white hair, white buffalo, contemplation, healing and dreams. Probably gobbledygook, but it fits my latest Edie dream.

As unpleasant as it is, I will schedule calendar time everyday to spend an hour or two downstairs in front of my computer. Commitment makes things work.