First Sunday of Advent. Preparing for the unknown. Like every day. Only more so.
As December and everything else approaches, there is an abundance of possibility. Of hope. But just what will be remains to be seen. Speculating isn’t really interesting to me. But the realm of dreams and dreaming has been busy. The sleeping type of dream, especially, as nights grow longer. Tossing and turning with vivid images, embedded meanings, filtering messages from deep within and reworking images collected to some new mosaic.
Not sure where this adventure will lead. But we are going….