this past week of mine has been a refocusing of energies. The channeling of current nervous yet positive feelings into something useful. the recent sharing of likenesses and similar stories with sweet strangers and their current journey coinciding with other lights. the use of theatre as something redeeming. the writing and rewriting of thoughts, all that i keep, and some just so that i can cross them out later. the indulging of opulence and invitations and costumes as true selves and the wealth of love that I am receiving in abundance and hopefully giving back at least a fraction of in return, and in other ways, hopefully more than that. the interrelatedness of making things and the energies that objects bear and also, bare, and the silence that resounds in such a full and thoughtful way. explorations through real and fanciful mountains and caves and trying to figure out a fairy tale that is also a true story and also keeps changing in form but retaining within a few rather potent and poetic elements. my dreams are now vivid in ways that i enjoy and the harps carved into trees that are hidden underground but with shards of sunlight stinging through to them is something so breathtaking that i can still see them, even now.