What’s inside the onion?

I’m going to start a daily post where I share a photo and write down a poem fragment and some thoughts about the dream I had from a week ago.

A miracle. Shaped like a wave

like a rock, a tear, a droplet

not unlike a mesmerizing reminder.

We’re all human. And so is our time.

My tarot card spread was certainly full of fog, fragments, changes, movement, and vague outlines…

A week ago I dreamt about peeling an onion and having the center be mostly hollow. I was in the countryside, there was a lot of noticing about gender, and my symbol of commitment was shattered. I feel these concepts do have a relationship to my research and feeling insecure about the lack of language, about my non-conformity here, and my isolation from my home and community.

Fortunately there was a map, and people to ask for directions, including old Korean ladies who were selling leaves to eat. I find it a little comforting over all. Lots of climbing under highways, into a tunnel, having to traverse the edge of a dropoff, and so on. The mental gymnastics can come through in my dreams physically!

The day before, my auntie was making a bunch of kimchi.