Dream a Little Dream of…

Grateful this day for dreams asleep and non-remembered.

Grateful too for those remembrances indelibly etched on an ancient heart. Only fragments. Glimpses so true one can reach out and touch. Almost.

Years of ages gone by or yet to arrive? Eons pass. Time blurs. For this I am also grateful.

The task of remembering dreams isn’t always a factor in the equation.

What work, healing, growth and good ol’ entertainment a dream contributes happens regardless.

So go ahead and dream a little dream.

Thank you for yours.