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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