Many years ago I had a dream of a whale, an Orca in the sky. It was floating like a huge balloon, raining gifts of happiness, love, safety, contentment. Below was a small green valley filled with birdsong. The air was warm with light breezes, the sky lavander blue and cloudless.
At one end of the valley, there was a marsh, golden with willows and green with rushes. I knew someday I would call this valley my home. There I would feel safe, loved and happy. There life would be slow and creative. There I would be surrounded by my family.
Tuesday, November 10, 2009
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