If you are a dreamer come in
If you are a dreamer, a wisher, a liar,
A hope-er, a pray-er, a magic bean buyer…
If you’re a pretender come, sit by my fire
For we have some flax-golden tales to spin.
Come in!
Come in!

Dear Juniper, I AM a dreamer!

The little ditty above, of course, by the genius Shel Silverstein, again.

Look at this, my Visual Medicine painting. Talk about dreams or dreaming or I should say DREAMY. Those colors are unlikely, but so is our friendship, this project, this life. Unlikely and precarious but bold and gorgeous. What a privilege to be alive in these times, where entire universes spill from my palette, echoing the first creations in our heavens. How did I get so lucky?

Talking about dreams, one of my favorite songs since elementary catholic school is Aerosmith’s Dream On. I can listen to that one piece 10 times in a row. Dreaming for me is filled with wonder and space. So much space, more space than I have in this body or in my mind. So much space anything can happen, all the worlds can be created, changed, peaceful. Those worlds I create I fill with trees and dogs whose feet smell of popcorn, fill with cool burbling water and polished rocks that tell stories of the ancients.

I am thrilled to be dreaming with you!
Love, Dandelion

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