creative ramblings & reverie

Friday, September 26, 2014

Writing Spaces

Linger as long as possible in the writing spaces of dreams.

“I dream my painting and I paint my dream."—Vincent van Gogh

Similarly, I dream my writing and I write my dream.  In sleep and its blue smoky spooky silky (silkspinning, silkworm transforming into butterfly) realms are the beginnings of creation, the place words and their conjuring drift and meet up to form new languages telling new worlds—or the most ancient of them all.

image:  She Who Is

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