Invoking higher powers
Last night, I fell asleep imagining we were home in San Juan Island. I strolled through my garden pathways overlooking the Pacific. I could see Vancouver, fiddleneck ferns, and moss growing on the edge of my pavers. Inside, I had a vaulted ceiling with a trapeze and room to practice hula hooping tricks, even in inclement weather. In my dream, I was giving my friend a tour of the gardens and catching up on the events of the past few years. For just a few minutes, I was home. What a way to start the new year. I pray that by the time summer rolls around, I can give that garden tour.
