Can't Touch My Dreams

Last night was a night of dreams. Perhaps it was the heat. The dream involved a university cafeteria. I was with a group of students. Our table was in an upper level of the cafeteria, with a surrounding railing. I spoke across this railing with a person from the art department and felt my heart longing to be there, but knew inside that it could not be.

Found Dream Frees

I am down at the Yukon River in Whitehorse. It is 10:30 pm and cool with a slight breeze, but very peaceful. It is easy to be optimistic here. Life has a fullness and a beauty at these moments that is unparalleled.

Once a dream is found, it frees the dreamer. Things click into place and there is a clarity, simplicity and energy about life.