Spring\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Waning Moon of Winds<\/p>\n
Night time.\u00a0 Around this time the barrier between this world and the inner world begins to crumble.\u00a0 Last night’s dreams begin to reassert themselves, as if they want a chance to continue.\u00a0 Bits and pieces of different excursions come back:\u00a0 the city street where I often walk, amazed at being in the city, living in the tall skyscraper that is my home.\u00a0 Or the vastly expanded Alexandria, my home, now filled with bustling upscale businesses, restaurants and fancy homes.\u00a0 Then there is my favorite the northern city, often called Toronto (to which I have never been).\u00a0 I drive over an arching bridge into Canada, pass through Toronto on my way north.<\/p>\n
When I get out of the city, the area becomes wild and lonesome, ending in a wilderness both inviting and terrifying.\u00a0 I haven’t made this trip in a while but I imagine I will some night soon.<\/p>\n
The dream world has as much reality as this one, all Maya, yet, all wonderful.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
Spring\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Waning Moon of Winds Night time.\u00a0 Around this time the barrier between this world and the inner world begins to crumble.\u00a0 Last night’s dreams begin to reassert themselves, as if they want a chance to continue.\u00a0 Bits and pieces of different excursions come back:\u00a0 the city street where I often walk, amazed at being … Continue reading Barriers<\/span>