i woke up this morning around three am. it rained ferociously at some point in the night... i heard it sluicing off the roof. the pine needles covered the ground when i walked the puppies under the gold-ringed moon.
the world is silent, dark and moist. despite the fact that i have to be in boston this afternoon, that i have an all-day workshop to attend tomorrow and guests on sunday - yes, the day after i return.... something pulls me from my bed, makes me brew tea, sits me down. while the rest of the world dreams, i, too, am Called into Dreamtime.