It felt like, “shit’s getting real, head for the hills,” yet the overwhelming feeling was that of joy. I didn’t even feel guilty I had stolen goods! The carnies stayed on the periphery and I realized—with sadness for them—that they had no clue about the Nature of the Sacred/Sacred of Nature. We need to hold each other energetically in that sacred space. What did this dream art stir in you?
Oof! Whatta power-packed Drabble. This one is exceptional, Charli.
It felt like, “shit’s getting real, head for the hills,” yet the overwhelming feeling was that of joy. I didn’t even feel guilty I had stolen goods! The carnies stayed on the periphery and I realized—with sadness for them—that they had no clue about the Nature of the Sacred/Sacred of Nature. We need to hold each other energetically in that sacred space. What did this dream art stir in you?