Dream
Back in the tea garden at Fly Awake, it is better than ever. The tea garden still exists. Meet me in the garden. Portland, Oregon. Dream journal, dreaming, lucidity. Grounding, change.
Dream: I am back at Fly Awake Tea Garden, my former business. Instead of the dry, rocky, driveway path, the path is a moist, as in fertile, cobble road. Flowers are growing between widely placed stones, where the pavement used to be. Along the path there are large stones, one stone is a large polished labradorite, about the size of a backpack. I looked at the stone from different directions to see past the shadowy gray to the rainbows. I stay in a squat, close to the earth, looking at the path and rock. It is so much more beautiful now.
