I had a nightmare. The other night. After sitting with my “ not okay ness”, this is what came:
I am like a shooting star – in slow motion (time contracts and expands in liminal space).
Things fall away…out of control….”I” am blowing up (how my heart feels after this dream).
So….Each humiliation, each failure of agency, is practice for this spectacular event…bright shooting light ….poof : gone!
