Last night's dream. I am living with a difficult man and decide to leave, taking only a few papers. I walk across a field by a river. A HUGE ocean liner starts down the river. I know there will be a surge of water and start running. Indeed, soon the field is covered with water. I fly above it still clutching my papers. The dream woke me up. I have had water surge dreams before and I associate them with a buildup of overwhelming emotions within.
A few interesting posts. Natalya has posted her summer journals. She was travelling in Russia this summer but she still sewed her journals. Yes, these are not written journals, but small sewn quilts (my word). Lovely.
Chewy is making digital mandalas. Here is a thistle.
And Mary Ann has written about her adult muse (vs her younger muse) in thought provoking and poetic prose .
photos: flowers from my garden and trees showing hints of color