Friday August 16 2014 11 p.m.

Hello, Flower.  It is I again, remember me?  You’ve been spread so thin these days; when everything and nothing is clamoring for your affections all at once.  It is exhausting, I know.  You are exhausted, I know. We feel it all the way through our little soul.  So I saw you again in my dreams and you were standing on your head with your heart in the ground and your head in the sky and the stars were spinning all around you, those lovely things.   And you were a lovely thing, you were.  Your words were loud and clear and rang through my head (and only in my head), and they had a life of their own.  They sung to me, lingered around me, headless whispers and they said something like, ‘My darling, my darling, upside down is really rightside up if you see it the right way.’  And I knew it.  I knew it was right; I felt it in my heart.  Things around you may feel broken and bruised and like they are spinning really fast; they are spinning so fast that you may be losing sight of your most loved and most important things.  You may feel like they are slipping out of your grasp.  Like the earth that is so in love with the moon; he can’t quite let her go, so he admires her from afar, pained and longing in love while they dance together in the starry night.  And you may feel pained and longing in love with yourself or with aspects of yourself that you cannot see at the moment, because they are hiding.  Because they are really being stretched and formed into something bigger and more beauteous; a bigger and more beauteous starry starry night.  You may think that things are vapid when actually they are resplendent.  Everything is resplendent.    

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