I woke up. After dreaming a dream I cannot remember. And a long rest that has left me refreshed.
And I stitched this. It's been a long time since I stitched words on a cloth.
Sometimes it is just more direct.
I have been dreaming a lot lately.
Which has me thinking about dreaming.
What an in between place it is.
Not a place to live, but a place to rest.
Remembering this.
Looking Deeper into that which drives me.
How that gets buried so easily.
Still things grow out of it. Right through. Reminding me.
Soon it will be summer. It's warm. Things are growing.
Depending on one another.
