Day four of vacation
Meditation in a sleepy cabin during the day. I drift into vivid dreaming, of a museum where I find fossils. I wake to find myself somewhere in time, more of my own making that I expected.
That night, there is news of loss from home. I connect with many threads of meaning, sorrow, seriousness, the brief place that life is held in, and the definition of family.
Dreams run in many directions, forward into expectation, into the honey and salt of the past, and expanding here in pools of warm consideration; to cool or evaporate later.
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