Tag Archives: Dreams
Here I am, wide awake, 2:30 in the morning, dream still vivid but sleep a memory.
Sometimes I wonder if I should’ve been a wedding planner.
The last day of Chinese New Year.
As I mentioned yesterday, last year, on New Year’s Eve, I wrote a future letter to myself.
…drive out to the desert in the middle of the night to watch the shooting stars and then stop at The Donut Man on the way home for a fresh fruit donut?
There are days, and they are usually the days that need chocolate, when I feel a pang of regret and sadness and I wonder…
There is so much promise in candlelight. Hope, romance, the future, the past, warmth, safety, memory, celebration, holiness, peace, life, truth, patience, courage, knowledge, love — all in a bit of wax and a burning flame. I always feel my … Continue reading
I’ve mentioned that I’d love to live in a loft downtown. The flip side of that is I could also be quite happy in the middle of butt-friggin’ nowhere in what I call Cowboy Space.
Wouldn’t it be cool to live in a loft downtown?