Bellwether of Dreams

Baron Raimond von Stillfried - Sleeping Japanese Woman

I suspect every woman has a relationship with the ceiling from her bed when the house has gone quiet. Hushed sighs follow persistent thoughts. Maybe we feel safe under the blanket of nocturnal insight, when there is nothing to distract the senses. All energy has gone to the day. It’s our last attempt to free binding deliberation for decisions left in solitary confinement. Verdicts long yet prosecuted, learning from the past a new meaning.

I’ve made the rounds; the assortment is in proper order, so what unsettles me? I use the method of reason, my reason, to keep going back. Always go back so you may know what the beginning brings to the now. Let’s not get snagged along the way. Dwelling on a step to reassess the damage would defeat the purpose. What has been left out?

Holy words and meditation of prayer. Find your way back to replenishment. Strength in the war of love.