I cannot think of a better way to heal than this. I filled my compadre’s email tonight. I need more pen pals, I said. I cannot keep up with the advant-garde of left journalists right now. I am very good at shamanic dreaming. It’s a skill bestowed upon me at age 4. Tonight I reblogged for the first time. It’s good to have the links at hand.
My blog is like dreaming. Disorganized fragments that make sense to a few. I can share, I mostly dream about willpower right now. I also dream cityscapes, terrain to find my family. Is it much different than the internet? Where a dream helps to problem solve and get through the day. The wordplay, the riddles, the music, the fun.