A new chapter in life waiting to be written.
New questions to be asked, embraced, and loved.
Answers to be discovered and then lived in this transformative year of delight and self-discovery.
Today carve out a quiet interlude for yourself in which to dream, pen in hand.
Only dreams give birth to change.
The world needs dreamers and the world needs doers.
But above all, the world needs dreamers who do.
Sarah Ban Breathnach, author of Simple Abundance
Genesis 41:1- 41:46
On New Years Eve, after mirrored disco balls had fallen in each time zone, our Heroine fell asleep and dreamed of seven skinny women wearing yoga pants and Tefillin,
and seven fat loaves of flat bread spread with melted cheese. And the seven skinny women ate the seven fat loaves and thus could barely rise up from the table to pose
in downward-facing dog, nor discuss whether God created dogs on the sixth day,
let alone whether God even existed. Then, in the dream, Osnat, daughter of Potipherah, priest of North Dakota, loaded her Chevy with quantities of wild rice, like the sands of the sea, and traveled through the land of Egypt, hearing, all the while, Orene prophesying, You live until you die unless you’re killed. And our Heroine awoke from the dream perplexed, for our Rabbis have said, A dream uninterpreted is like an unread letter. It will be fulfilled even if one is not aware, but our Heroine was not keen on driving through Egypt, since there was a famine in the land which meant no Cherries Jubilee.
Genesis 42:1- 42:2
When Jakob Rothkowitz saw there was little food in Dvinsk, Latvia, he said to his son, Markus, Depart this place so you may live and not die. Whereupon the lad high-tailed it to
the Goldeneh Medina, became Mark Rothko, painted with coats of many colors and earned bags of money. But then, overfed, the painter began to speak of spiritual emptiness, the symbolism of dreams. His work grew dark. The bright red, yellow, orange coats turned to deep blue, green, gray and black until, adding seven years of plenty to seven years of shriveled ears, he created Fourteen Black Paintings, and those who looked upon the work broke down in tears and were perplexed. As, apparently, was the painter’s wife who, one New Year’s Day, walked out of his life prompting a depressed Mark Rothko nee Markus Rothkowitz to announce, The God who made the world simply went away and forgot he had done so.
Peter Gabriel, the lead singer of the British Rock group, Genesis,
from 1967 until he left the band in 1975,
included the song, Fourteen Paintings, in his 1992 solo album, Us.
The lyrics were inspired by the Fourteen Black Paintings of Mark Rothko:
From the pain come the dream
From the dream come the vision
From the vision come the people
From the people come the power
From this power come the change
What more need be said as we enter 2017?
Let's go for it, people.
copyright 2017 Ozzie Nogg