April 3, 2023

The subtle realms of time and space are glimpsed in a spiderweb that hangs across a gated pathway. Find your favorite hiding place and imagine yourself as the sun rising at dawn. The wind wants to tell you that you have been dreamt into existence. Who can say where we’re going? There are no closed doors in sight.

Think about these things today: the color oxblood, moonstone, music in the key of D, the sound of crickets at twilight, and the sweetly forgiving nature of willow.

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