Ten.Seven Hundred & Ninety-Eight
In the dream I was walking on a path and a crane died in front of me. I cried and picked it up.
I decide to move slowly because. The freedom to decide.
All of the dishes all over the counter. Still there. So many of them.
I can feel my anxiety about all of the travel coming up and then I make a note to acknowledge that I am not the only one unnerved by such things.
The color of light on the hills and the vines. The blue sky. The turbines spinning, spinning, spinning.
I grab four miniature packs of skittles on my way out. For the kids of course. I open one before I make it to the first stoplight.
Let it wash over.
So glad to have reconnected to their words, their work. That feeling of fire in the center of the womb. Like fire.
“What Does it Mean if a Crane Crosses Your Path? A crane crossing your path is a reminder to remain patient till all problems subside to move ahead with knowledge and clarity.”