ABSTRACT
As I time-travel through my own life back to the early 1970s I find myself with a Doctorate in Comparative Literature, having written a dissertation on Surrealism and Contemporary Theatre, a divorced mother of two daughters, aged eleven and thirteen, and a feminist with dreams that the Surrealists had expressed in their manifestos as the goal of transforming the world. Unfortunately, lofty as these ideas and accomplishments were, and dedicated as I was to my chosen work and to raising my daughters with hope and a vision of survival and success, I had not found any security in my part-time university job teaching Women’s Studies at Douglass College on a one-year contract. Moreover, after the divorce, my personal and social lives seemed to have been permanently extinguished. I felt that I had very little hope for future fulfillment in my chosen career, and much less hope for an exciting social life. In a state of panic over my survival, I took an Ira Progoff Journal Weekend Workshop, where one is taught to overcome the blocks in one’s life by dialoguing with various parts of the self, with others, and with circumstances. 1
