108

108 is a special number. this is my 108th post this year. the universe speaks and the stars are aligning for the new year. here's to inventing the script as we go and breaking all the rules along the way.

yes.we.can

108

dream: lipstick

had a dream i was behind the scenes as a friend was getting ready to walk down the aisle. we were putting on red lipstick and she told me I had to blot alittle. looked it up in the dream book and it predicts that it means overcoming an obstacle. there are many obstacles to conquer but I will take all and any good predictions! happy holidays y'all!

wish it. dream it. do it.

a wise woman had this painted on her wall. words to live by.

laughter...

is the fingerprint of the soul.

good find: sunday's word of the day

LUX
Today marks the feast day in the Western calendar of St. Lucy (or Lucia), whose name shares a root with the Latin word for light, lux. Modern English and other languages use the word for the SI unit of illumination, a much more techie way of talking about the power of light than the older footcandle.

of course i love luxe as a short form for luxury or deluxe.
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dream: snow

dreamed i was trudging thru deep snow, more like falling but the last thing i saw was a clear footprint, the rest were just holes from falling into the snow. the dream book says this means success after sustained determined effort on a project. i hope, i hope!

clown coming to town

strange but true. an old classmate from film school wrote me to say he'll be in Toronto for six weeks attending a clown workshop. will be great to reconnect and get the story. my mind is alive with creative possibilities. we will see what happens. he needs a place to stay if anyone is in the city and knows of leads. all are welcome.

and then the snow came

and the rain, and the hail, and the wicked winds. winter officially arrived today. the rooftops dusted with sugar, bundle up folks. the element don't lie.

shattered glass

had a flash of a glass breaking into thin air. the sound was crystal clear and short lived. looked it up in the dream book and it means change is coming.

lost song

went to a two year old's birthday party on friday and was charmed by her and her sister, age 6. first it was the balloons. big sis collecting them like blooms in a bouquet. then it was the random outburst of "i lost a song." i think she meant forgot but it captured my imagination. of course, I yelled back "Look under the couch!"

what does a lost song look like?

I imagined a black ball of typed text, when you kick it random lyrics play. it is a magnet for dust bunnies.

i keep having flashes of the lost song, so don't be surprised if this image continues. lately inspiration is everywhere.