Bad dream. I tried to run over this guy and punch him out but he wasn’t really there. But I couldn’t get him to shut up or leave me alone. And I couldn’t figure out who he was or what he wanted from me.
I spent the day with a group of good and dear friends that I haven’t been with in person since the start of the pandemic, doing a Restorative Justice workshop. Came home tired and unsettled. This reflects my feeling of being lovingly held as I faced my own shortcomings and learned tools for doing important community work.