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Dreamscapes

Evelyn Herwitz · June 16, 2020 · 2 Comments

I am trying to remember what I dreamt this morning. I used to be able to recall my dreams, but my memory doesn’t work the same anymore. Now I’m often left with only the ghost of emotions stirred in my sleep. All I can remember of this morning is waking and drifting and waking again, trying to shake off the dream and falling back into it, literally trying to shake myself awake. This took nearly an hour, from the time my alarm went off to the time I finally opened my eyes to reassuring sunlight.

The times we live in are not conducive to restful sleep. Although I have been sleeping through most nights, thank goodness, since the pandemic flooded the world, I often wake in a haze of angst. I’ll know the images of my dreams for a few seconds, maybe, then lose them in the light, in the prayers I recite upon waking, in the struggle to recall which day this is. Perhaps I should start writing them down when I wake, a practice I’ve used in the past to decipher myself.

Of course, my angst’s source is no mystery. Corona haunts us all. Deadly racism, the nightmare of too many fellow Americans of color, now demands attention from the rest of us, sleepwalking far too long. Our country is riven by rumors, conspiracies, distrust of difference. Our planet is suffocating. A free and fair election, my one hope for healing our democracy and saving our world, is in danger of disruption by those who place love of power over love of country.

Perhaps I forget my dreams these days because my conscious mind is protecting me. Why rehash in the day what I’ve already processed in the night? But my writer’s insistent curiosity wants to know: What is going on? What metaphor is my brain conjuring? What am I trying to tell myself?

I once heard an interview with the psychologist Frederick “Fritz” Perls, the founder of Gestalt therapy. He described each element of a dream as an aspect of the self. To understand it, he said, you query the element, you act out the elements in the dream. In so doing, the dreamer discovers her own interpetation. The answers can be surprisingly revelatory.

Unraveled, the dream can also become banal, the angst, simply a restatement of the known. Just as a fear that is faced is often defused, so, too, with dreams.

So, what am I trying to tell myself? In her book, The Third Reich of Dreams: The nightmares of a nation, 1933-1939, author Charlotte Beradt wrote of the dreams she collected from fellow Germans as the Nazis consolidated power:

Set against a background of disintegrating values and an environment whose very fabric was becoming warped, these dreams are permeated by a reality whose quality is unreal—a combination of thought and conjecture in which rational details are brought into fantastic juxtapositions and thereby made more, rather than less, coherent; where ambiguities appear in a context that nonetheless remains explicable, and latent as well as unknown and menacing forces are all made a part of everyday life.

One would think I’d be keeping a journal of this extraordinary period of history, when so much is at stake. Writing is intrinsic to my soul. But I haven’t been able to bring myself to do so. I don’t know why. Perhaps recording my dreams is the place to start.

This post was inspired by a collection of “20 Dreams for 2020” by the New York Times (June 12, 2020).

Evelyn Herwitz blogs weekly about living fully with chronic disease, the inside of baseballs, turtles and frogs, J.S. Bach, the meaning of life and whatever else she happens to be thinking about at livingwithscleroderma.com. Please view Privacy Policy here.

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As the Rain Approaches

Evelyn Herwitz · May 12, 2020 · Leave a Comment

The wind is blowing outside as I write on Monday afternoon. Yew boughs bounce and bend. A slight chill seeps through the floor of my converted-porch office. Beyond bay windows and walls, rushing air ebbs and flows with a whoosh and sigh, whoosh and sigh, like the sea, like a giant’s lungs.

The Earth breathes. I breathe. Every morning when I awake, I say a prayer of thanks that my lungs fill with ease. Each breath feels delicious, comforting, the most basic reassurance that I am alive and still healthy while mired in pandemic time. I meditate and follow my breath and observe how each inhalation and exhalation is so different and unique to that precise moment while at the same time so unremarkable as to be forgotten in the next.

Yews boughs bend and bounce. I watch for a cardinal or blue jay to brighten the branches that have turned gray-green in the pearly light of approaching rain. But they are wise to the weather, tucked into their nests or other hiding places to ride out the storm. Somewhere nearby, I can hear a bird singing, but don’t know enough to recognize the vocalist.

No bird answers. A car sweeps past. A siren wails in the distance. My ears ring with decades-old tinnitus that I usually ignore. It is a constant internal concert of rushing, high-pitched tintinnabulation on the right, countered by a deep, soft lowing on the left. It becomes more insistent in stillness, an irritant that I normally brush away with music or conversation or concentration.

On this pearl-gray afternoon, however, I don’t mind its reminder—that I am still here, sitting at my desk, pondering the next phrase, as the wind rushes outside, and the birds find refuge, and the rain approaches.

Evelyn Herwitz blogs weekly about living fully with chronic disease, the inside of baseballs, turtles and frogs, J.S. Bach, the meaning of life and whatever else she happens to be thinking about at livingwithscleroderma.com. Please view Privacy Policy here.

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Are We There, Yet?

Evelyn Herwitz · May 5, 2020 · 4 Comments

Yesterday I wrote to our Air BnB host that we were cancelling our June weekend trip to Block Island. I’d been looking forward to this family get-together for months at the perfect summer home in a remote part of our favorite place off the Rhode Island coast. But the state requires 14-day self-quarantine for travelers from out-of-state, the virus is still surging here in Massachusetts, and I cannot imagine that, even if restrictions are lifted in a month, it will really be safe to go there on the ferry.

Call me risk averse. I consider it an asset, these days. So far, as I write, I’m very grateful that our family remains healthy and safe in our respective homes. Others in our friendship circle are not so fortunate, which is both deeply concerning for their well-being and scary. I feel the virus encroaching and a need to be ever more vigilant.

Confinement, so necessary, is taking its toll. Some days it doesn’t bother me, and others, it feels like a blue funk that I can’t shake. Obviously, this is nothing compared to the terrible struggles others are facing, fighting the virus itself and the economic hardship it has wrought. But the feeling is still real, and, as Brené Brown points out in this episode of her thoughtful “Unlocking Us” podcast, denying your feelings because others are suffering more doesn’t really help anyone. Our capacity for empathy and supporting others is intricately linked to our capacity for self-care. So, I’m trying to give myself some space to feel what I’m feeling, without getting sucked into a black hole.

Connecting with family and friends certainly helps, but I am hitting my limit with Zoom get-togethers. I find them exhausting when there are a lot of people involved.  “Zoom fatigue” or “Zoom burnout” is real, a phenomenon triggered by the inability to read non-verbal cues on a video chat, as well as the need to be “on” for the whole call. I have used Zoom for years for business, and it’s a great tool that makes me feel closer to my clients. It saved our Passover seder and has enabled us to catch up with family long-distance. But I’m finding that I need to pace online group get-togethers so I don’t feel so drained. One-on-one is easier, and not an issue.

Getting outside whenever the weather is good is essential for me. We had another gorgeous weekend, and Al and I took advantage with another hike, this time to Purgatory Chasm State Reservation not far from home, so named because of its huge, tumbled boulders and rocky trails. I found the going tougher, and there were more hikers, so it was less relaxing. But it was still good to get out in the woods again (albeit necessary, now, to start checking for deer ticks).

Making stuff helps, too. I sewed three more masks on Sunday out of tea towels. Cleaning the house is a meditation, making order out of chaos. Keeping up with my German homework taps a completely different part of my brain and gives me a sense of accomplishment as I learn and remember more.

Most of all, however, what’s keeping me sane is writing. I finished the third draft of my novel last week (more rounds to go, but a milestone, nonetheless), and started a new short story. The act of writing completely transports me to a mental space where time dissolves, I’m  absorbed in my imagination and words, and I can call all the shots.

Real life is not so accommodating. “We’re all in this together” is beginning to wear thin, but is all the more true. I’m trying to do my part, even as I yearn for normal, whatever that will mean when we are truly able to resume work and socializing in person. And so I sit here and write to you, Dear Reader, and hope that you have found relief from your own cabin fever that is fulfilling, safe, and considerate of all those around you. We have a very long way to go and need all the resilience we can muster to get there.

Evelyn Herwitz blogs weekly about living fully with chronic disease, the inside of baseballs, turtles and frogs, J.S. Bach, the meaning of life and whatever else she happens to be thinking about at livingwithscleroderma.com. Please view Privacy Policy here.

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Into the Woods

Evelyn Herwitz · April 28, 2020 · 4 Comments

Last weekend, I was starting to go stir-crazy. I hadn’t been outside more than twice during the week to walk around the neighborhood, thanks to chilly rain, and, given the coronavirus surge in our region, I did not run any errands. So when the sun finally emerged and the temperature hit 60, we drove to a nature preserve about a half-hour south of home.

On the way, we passed electronic highways signs urging out-of-state visitors to Massachusetts to self-quarantine for 14 days. Necessary warning, but it made my heart heavy. Traffic was moderate, and the small parking lot for the preserve, Cormier Woods, was almost full. With no one nearby, yet, we looped our face masks around our ears and tucked the fabric under our chins.

As soon as we headed down the first trail, I began to relax. Just getting out in fresh air, in a sylvan setting, was a relief. Nature, which has brought us the deadly coronavirus (with all too much help from humans), also now brings life’s rebirth here in the Northern Hemisphere. Each emerald sprout, each hopeful pine sapling pushing through fallen leaves, reaching for light, promised that life still flourishes.

When other hikers passed us by, we all performed the new greeting ritual—pull up the mask over your nose and mouth, step to the side about six feet, and wish each other well. Everyone seemed in good spirits, and it was nice to see others in the flesh, rather than via computer pixels.

Here is a sampling of that lovely afternoon. I hope, Dear Reader, that you, too, are able to find some safe relief in whatever way Nature provides for you.

Evelyn Herwitz blogs weekly about living fully with chronic disease, the inside of baseballs, turtles and frogs, J.S. Bach, the meaning of life and whatever else she happens to be thinking about at livingwithscleroderma.com. Please view Privacy Policy here.

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Evelyn Herwitz · April 21, 2020 · 6 Comments

Celebrating my birthday this past weekend, in the midst of a pandemic, was different, to say the least. Not only were we stuck at home, but also it snowed. In April. I cannot recall this ever happening. Cold, yes. Snow, no.

So, I said to Al, “Let’s build a snowman!” He was surprised, because I never suggest anything that could make my hands cold, but he was also an enthusiastic participant.

When I was a kid, I loved making snowmen. I would stay outside in our front yard, rolling each ball of snow, arranging and decorating, until I was frozen myself. Back then, I didn’t care. I have a dim memory of doing this late one afternoon, the snow tinted blue as darkness fell, mittened fingers totally numb, but still feeling joyful in the act of creating.

Of course, the snow has to be just the right consistency for construction purposes, and we were in luck. Big, fat, pasty flakes had fallen all morning, a few inches worth, the kind of wet snow that gloms together into heavy blobs when you scoop up a handful. We headed out the front door and got to work.

With a shovel, Al created a mound for the base. We slapped on more snow globs to round it out a bit, and then I rolled two very heavy balls for the middle and head (needed Al’s help to stack them). We added stones for eyes and buttons. I found a couple of twigs from a fallen tree branch (very windy last week) for arms. Al added what was left of our horseradish from Passover for a nose, and contributed an old baseball cap. Together, we secured the finishing touch—a green bandana for a face mask. And so, in about twenty minutes, “Covie” was complete.

As we worked, a few neighbors walked by with their dog and voiced their approval. I took Covie’s portrait on my phone and headed inside. My mittens were soaked, just like that day long ago, and my fingers icy, but it was worth it.

Other birthday activities included reading a novel, listening to an inspiring podcast, enjoying birthday greetings from friends and family, catching up with my sister on the phone. In the afternoon, we had a Zoom party with my daughters, complete with a cake baked by Al, and an online card game that kept us laughing for a couple of hours. In the evening, we marked the occasion by making contributions to a variety of non-profits that are helping during the pandemic. This felt good. We capped off the day watching a movie online.

Throughout, I was in an upbeat mood. (This was helped by not reading any news.) For a cooped-up birthday during the scariest experience of my 66 years, it was lovely, memorable, and a good lesson in how much each moment is shaped by how we decide to approach it.

Now, if only the pandemic could end as quickly as Covie melted . . .

Evelyn Herwitz blogs weekly about living fully with chronic disease, the inside of baseballs, turtles and frogs, J.S. Bach, the meaning of life and whatever else she happens to be thinking about at livingwithscleroderma.com. Please view Privacy Policy here.

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