spirited away

had a deep dreamtime interwoven with wakings of fear, disorientation, feeling otherworldly. 
the experience of this is something like diving to the depths, the dark, shadowy under/other world of translucent messaging,  and coming up for air intermittently. like popping the barrier of water and sky for the pause and breath of assimilation and inhaling full for the swift sink back to the formless realms.

I like to dream. I feel connected to the numinous. It's where I travel to feel for and sometimes find, decipher and decode the guidance I seek. It is the world of metaphor, of puzzles, mystery, beauty and answering.

my senses are alive. The air is certain, the way my hand  feels held in someone's hand, the proprioception of my bones and viscera, the way I know where I am by the way I feel it in my body; this world is not under or above waking reality, after all. It is here inside of it. Next to it.

Last night was journeyfull with night and dark water, familiar places altered, magic and flight.  

It's a dream to tend, to mine, to glean from.