"...outside of time"

 

A dream. I dreamed of family this afternoon. I wake at dawn do my rituals of tending my digs, and self. I nap at noon. Today I dreamed in many parts. I'd wake, and when I slept again the dream was waiting taking me to a new chapter. 

So it was till near evening.

One portion was about my sister Sylvia. This in the form of a short film. My sister makes documentaries,...and gardens. I was watching then morphed into it. The characters, and my sister were explaining the world they were making. 

One of farming gardening knitting quilting, and tending to kindness. There were children. My nieces, and nephews when they were toddlers. Dreams live outside of time. A ship. My sister was telling me of a sailing ship she, and her friends were building. The children were on the grass drawing pictures of it. 

This dream while beautiful was also real to nature. Mud was mud, and thorns were thorns. Yet there was such hope here. Hope which this community in their dreamscape were making with they're own hand. "...if you can dream it make it." 

This dream may not be over. It may well begin again when I sleep.

Stay tuned.