You snooze. (In timely & terribly annoying 5 minute increments.) Drag yourself out of bed. Stumble in the shower. Try to come to life.
You cringe. (just a little bit, so no one can tell.) Put on your mask. Head out the door. Die a little.
Sounds like you’ve sold out. Given in. Handed over the wheel and
When I first wrote this post, I fired up some rad language. I channelled my power and wrote some kick-ass lines about why enough is enough and that we should all stop trying to improve our awesome selves.
But it didn’t quote feel right. So the post has lingered in my draft box for some time now.
Until tonight. As I’m writing this, it’s 2 am and I can’t sleep because
“When we are dreaming alone it is only a dream. When we are dreaming with others, it is the beginning of reality.” – Dom Helder Camara
You know I’m obsessed with dreams.
I believe that dreams become more powerful when they are shared. Stars align when people know…
Eyes meeting. Smiles exchanged. Electric sparks. Souls uniting.
We all want to feel connection. Love. We want to feel connected. Loved.
This post is not about that everlasting connection between lovers. Between family. Friends.
This is about connecting with strangers. Only for a brief moment.
