My darling flesh-eating fish, Last night, I had the exact same dream twice. In both dreams, it was the day of my upcoming workshop—Foundations of Connection—and SO many people showed up. Like, WAY more than expected. Turns out, I wasn’t getting my online registration notifications and thought no one was coming. Instead, the room was packed—at least twice as many attendees as I’d planned for. Some faces were new (how did they even find me??), while others were people I barely knew. Which surprised me, I didn't realize they were interested in my work. I was running late and a little frazzled, rushing to set out name tags, find sharpies, arrange the seating, and locate the Flipchart pad. (Why is it always the sharpies?) Despite the slight chaos and obvious delay, everyone seemed relaxed, excited and cheerful (and thankfully very patient). A few offered to help while they waited and I accepted, handing over a tray of nameteags, gesturing to where I keep the extra chairs. At one point, I noticed massive saltwater aquariums in my house. (Dream logic, right? Stay with me) Instead of being filled with brightly colored tropical fish, they were filled with the predatory flesh-eating variety, including piranhas (yes, I know they’re freshwater fish. Again, dream logic!). Someone admiring the tanks asked how hard they were to maintain, and I laughed and joked, “Since I’ve literally never done anything for them in the five years I’ve lived here—and didn’t even realize they were there until just now—they’re surprisingly low maintenance.” Apparently, the tanks had sustained themselves over the years in a gruesomely harmonious ecosystem: the fish reproduced and kept their population balanced by munching on one another. So delightful. So easy-peasy lemon squeezy. Both dreams ended just as I decided to begin the workshop, a little behind, a little unprepared but ready to dive in. When I woke up this morning I figured it was just a classic anxiety dream—but... the interesting thing was how little anxiety I actually felt. Instead, the dream highlighted what I’ve gained from this work and the skills I'm looking forward to teaching:
This is the foundation of Foundations of Connection: learning to listen to yourself, cultivate embodied wisdom, honor your limits, and trust your intuition. These are the essential skills that lead to sustainable, dynamic relationships—with yourself and others. Reconnecting to Your Inner Voice What the Heck is Up With the Aquariums? Why Foundations of Connection Might Be Perfect for You:
Details: To reserve your spot, reply to this email or send me a message. I’m so excited to teach this in-person and hope you’ll join me—though disappointingly, there won’t be any 15-foot saltwater aquariums. Thought you should know. (Also you're welcome for this rare and revealing peek into my subconscious 🧐) xoxo Amelia |
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My darling flesh-eating fish Reader, Last night, I had the exact same dream twice. In both dreams, it was the day of my upcoming workshop—Foundations of Connection—and SO many people showed up. Like, WAY more than expected. Turns out, I wasn’t getting my online registration notifications and thought no one was coming. Instead, the room was packed—at least twice as many attendees as I’d planned for. Some faces were new (how did they even find me??), while others were people I barely knew....
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