Monday, March 1, 2010
Some days when I wake up, I'm kind of sad to leave my dreamscape. I have lots of truly outstanding dreams.
This morning, though, it was a total relief to wake up in my warm, soft bed. I was dreaming that my sister Hannah and I were living in Riverside Park in NYC, homeless, cold and hopeless.
I blame (as Willow would say) "that old devil moon" for the nightmare. She (the moon, not Willow) was so gauzy and powerful last night, shining through her veil of clouds. This morning the sunlight is super bright white/gold, dispersing all the energy of the nightmare. The creepy light of the full moon is just a scary memory this morning. Me? I feel wide awake and fully present, a Very Good Thing, believe me!