In royal Purples, soft Yellows, pulsating Reds and yummy Greens, I dreamed.
I waded and flipped and rolled around in my hazy vibrant dream.
I dreamed a dream of LOVE.
The floating in the clouds-while feet firmly planted-sinking deep into the earth-kind. The lash to lash, iris to iris kind. Breath to breath. In-Ti-Ma-Cy. He breathed into me and I gave life back to him. He reached without hands and touched the depths of me...genuinely. I reached back and he opened up to that soft mushy place. That secret "I'm too much of a man to show you" space. And I explored. I looked. I smelled. I touched that place....the mushy place, gently I touched. And he didn't close up nor shut down. Didn't snatch nor push away. He stood bravely, open and trusting....knowing I would never bring pain. And even if I did, it was worth the touch, the sound, the feel of our hearts beating in rhythm. Together. One. And I trusted that beat. In his love, I was FREE. Safe and Free.
Then I woke up.
Woke up to crumbly grays ashy blacks dusty blues....
and even reds....the mean kind.
I sighed a deep sigh....an indescribable longing in the pit of my center.
Sigh. Sigh. Sigh.
Then I remembered my dream...my vivid colored DREAM.
And I smiled.
bite of the day ~ Don't let go of The Dream. It will live...if you believe.