A dream last night about walking in a desert. All around was sand, it was night time. It was calm and perfectly cool air. A perfect walk. High on a narrow path of a sand hill. Down in a valley was a white lighthouse. It was very simple, but massive, no windows, just white painted stone. A moon was over it, an exotic crescent laying on its back. The sky was cyan. White lighthouse, pastel sand, lemon juice colored moon. It was so peaceful and so beautiful to look at the lighthouse from above. I wonder how small I had felt if being down in the valley. Next to the lighthouse.
Where could this exotic peaceful scenery be? In a place where the moon looks different than here, that is the only clue. And why a lighthouse in a desert? Neither sea nor water in sight.
Funnily after that dream I still felt like many questions were solved. Many new thoughts.
A drawing of mine in a hand painted-sewn-and-printed tote bag for KVTL. "Mommy does not manage it all."
A bit of colder days, time to breath a bit more freely with new paintings.
Happy afternoon break greetings with a cup of orange green tea.
