Dreams 🐳

This morning I got a message on Messenger. A message that really made my day 🌴
 
I just had a dream about you Gunilla. We were in an island getting ready for a swim. The island was just a small strip of land surrounded by a very deep blue ocean. When we turned around behind us, a humpback whale was swimming and went around the island. What a wonderful dream! At the start, I was afraid to go into the water because it was a bit rocky and I wasn’t sure how deep it was. You were actually coaxing me in the dream to go into the water.  But when I saw the whale, I became happy and relaxed. It dispelled my fear. 
 
What a wonderful dream to be in! Thank you for sharing it, Arnie. It touched me in multiple levels. Arnie looked up the dream-meaning of whale, or humpback whale, and it stands for spirituality and peace. Beautiful ☮️ And what an honor to be an encourageing coach in someones dream. And of course I started to think about my adventurous 11 days in the Philippines. 

 
I started to blog in 2009 so this story isn't told here. In april 2004 I was about to take my bachelors degree in social work. Me and a fellow student applied for a scollarship, Minor Field Studies, at SIDA and got it. But my fellow student was advised not to go though she got pregnant. So either we had to skip our plans or we had to think new. She stayed home and wrote background, history etc and I went alone to interview.
 
 
During my 11 days I made 7 interviews with NGO's that worked with sexually abused children in different ways. I visited a lawyers firm who gave free help some hours every week for sexually abused children, a childrens hospital that specialised in raped children, a few ngo's that had different programs for street children... street children is very vulnerable and exposed for trafficking and prostitution.
 
Educational and frightening at the same time...
 
Arnie and I went for a trip to Mindoro, an island south of Manila, to visit Stairway Foundation.
 
 
Stairway Foundation was started by Monica from USA and Jørgen from Denmark. They met in Asia, Hongkong I think, they fell in love and ended up at Mindoro, working with sexually abused children and children with TBC who needed to get from Manila into the fresh air. Monica had been a dancer and used her talent in her work with the children, but some illness happend to her legs and now she couldn't walk properly.  But the love and happines they shared was overflowing and was enough even for the children in need. And when Jørgen carried Monica on his back down to the beach for sunset there was no room for pity or sadness, it was just beautiful. When we were there they had a little girl staying, maybe six years old, saved from three men, two american and a german. They also told us a story about a mamba in the bathroom so Arnie and I used our cellphones to try to enlighten our way down the stairways when we left in the middle of the night while we talked about mambas 🐍 When we came to the hotell gate it was closed, I was stuck sitting on the gate to the beach hotell and the guards came running and shouting. It was scary because we didn’t know if they had guns.
 
The last day I had a day off. Two of my newfound friends took me to a trip in the surroundings. The chineese cemetary was something unexpected. It was like a little city. Every house was a grave.
 
Chineese cemetary
 
I got a tattoo that always will make me remember the small lizards that make a clicking sound. It means good luck and strength.

Sunset at Manila River with Marco and Faye my last day in Phillipines

As said, this turned into my and my fellow student bachelor thesis. I had a life experience in many levels like social work, different culture accordning to work, study and how to welcome a stranger, different ways to learn, accept help and provide help. We Swedes have a lot to learn from other countries, not the least in social work.
 
Thank you Arnie for sharing your dream 💭 It made me go back in good memories!
 

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