Leelou is a tough act to follow!
I've been awake for a while having a delicious moment of reflection in the flannel sheets.
I am safe. REALLY safe. I trust myself. Finally.
I had a telling dream again. I flew! (I've been waiting for that) I was going to fly away to far places to find where I belong. I wore a little aviatior hat and steered with an elbow jutted out. Breathing was my propulsion. I came back to the stucco house where I lived on the hillside at the end of the dusty lane. You could see the dazzling blue ocean. I realized I belonged wherever I was, that I didn't need to find it. My sense of belonging was to the universe and my connection to it; not a location. My house became an artist studio and we threw pots and blew glass and painted. Fun dream!
I'll think about it the rest of the day. Remember the woman who has a kiln I met last year? I hope to see her today. I'll ask her to teach me to throw a pot.
Enjoy every moment of your day!
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