And yes, I do know that stress comes from within.
Last night I had my first dream about being on a plane and going on a long trip, so my guess is my subconscious has left America as well. We will see.
I have tried writing poems about my dreams — twice — with, I think, little success. Are there any poets out there with successful attempts they want to share and pass on secrets to me? I have thought about keeping a dream journal, but I never have. I don’t think it is my cup of tea. But the idea of a poem about a dream based on leaving America for a new life inspires me. At the moment, I also don’t know when I will have time to write it.
We are planning to take a half-day trip outside of town to a peaceful spot with a waterfall. Perhaps it will be enough to ignite my first dream about my new home. And then, if it does, a poem just might emerge.