I've written about dreams this week. And the voices in my dreams. Apparently, this has been a week where people have had WILD dreams and have heard equally wild things while they slept. Dreams so bizarre they woke up from their sleep believing what happened was real. Disturbing, frightening, beautiful, enlightening. There's no real pattern; it's what's going on in our own lives manifesting itself via our dreams. Have *you* had a wild week of dreams?
And the stars. Ah, I do love the stars. This week the sunsets proved extraordinary. The pictures posted on Facebook were ethereal. So glorious and beautiful and colorful and profound. The preface to stargazing was tinged with a beauty that captivated so many.
My wish for you, as we head into a three (or four) day weekend for many, is this: rest when you need it, dream dreams that bring you joy, wonder, and answers to questions you may have and observe a sky so vast and clear you can see into the heavens.
And of course, since it's Friday, dance!
Down this river, every turn
Hope is a four-letter word