This is a dream poem and collage image from this week. I plan to speak with the live fish in active imagination as a follow up. There are many spiritual myths with fish. What do you associate with fish?
The fish dream poem:
Old fish
In the sink
Fat slippery
White with fuzz bubbles
I grab them all up
I ask her to garb the last one
So I can plug the drain
It’s alive
Swims deeper
Out of her grasp
Surprisingly little smell
What now?
