I awakened this morning with dreams haunting me. I lay still in that place between asleep and awake until I could corral them into something cohesive. The bits and pieces came together. Little vignettes of people, places, notions, emotions. But, nothing concrete except this itch I could not quite scratch in the recesses of my mind and heart. A yearning. And, still, hours later it sits just out of my reach.
“Dreams are illustrations from the book your soul is writing about you.”
~ Marsha Norman ~