A book is a dream that you hold in your hands.
I’m a little late to the page this morning.
I had the most curious dream last night. This morning, as I sat in meditation, it continued. The images, the messengers, the conversations.
To be honest, it freaked me out a bit.
It didn’t feel like a dream at all.
Perhaps it wasn’t.
I’m still trying to make sense of what happened and what I was shown – and at the same time there is nothing to make sense of – the messages were clear, the images were clear, the meaning was clear.
Now, I have to work out what to do with it all.
Maybe I’ll share what happened in tomorrow’s post, but for now I need to sit quietly under an old tree and think for a bit.
Much love, Nicole xx