So my beautiful new friend, Elizabeth,
is much more of a night owl than me.
She often posts to her blog late at night.
A bit of a routine now, before I turn on the audio book du jour to fall asleep to, and set the timer on my iPod,
is to check if e.b. has posted anything new.
Last night, there was a treat that sent me into sweet dreams.
She sang summer songs of the loveliest blue, and shared stones of white and long distance loving hugs with me.
I think that is why I had this stone dream that I remembered upon awakening this morning.
I believe it was inspired by our connection and the creative energy that I joyously share with this amazing artist/sister/friend.
I dreamed of a room in a house with a floor of sand. Near the walls, like by the shore, there were rocks, stones, pebbles, treats amassed in the sandy edges.
Upon digging my fingers through the sand, I found stone treasures from my imagination.
Smooth crystals, captured light, abundant and in every size.
Black stones, smooth and tumbled, that felt like captured fire.
And then these fossilized wonders,
a dragonfly, a perfect seed pod, encased in granite.
Shiny shapes, smoothed by some unknown sea or hand, and left in this room,
in this house with floors of sand
for me to find and be amazed, inspired, delighted by.
To wake up remembering this dream so clearly,
and to go essentially from pillow to studio to get it all down on paper, photograph and screen this way,
was a great joy.
And as I sat at my work table, immersed in creative flow,
I called to my man in the next room and said,
“Know what ?
I am an artist.”
“Yes, you are.”
Like there was ever any doubt.
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Happy Thursday, Beautiful Ones !