Wednesday, December 15, 2010
For Emily, she saw her world of possibility. For Bernard, he saw a garden. And a garden can be a world of possibility, because it demonstrates newness and growth. I thought this up somewhere in sleep one night. Life glows, life is grand, and life has an aura around it which ernergizes, defines and illuminates it. I also remember seeing the silhouette of Don Quixote climbing one of these hills...dreaming the impossible dream with in my dream!