Let the record show that I just had a vision of a woman with big curly blondish hair showing us houses. I saw one with a yellow glow and another with big open whiteness downstairs and a blue room, green room (used to be a kids room), and a pink bathroom. I saw the dogs running and loving it in a yard with a big wooden fence. A slightly raised deck. 
They were ugly but one might be home. 



I was sat in a bar or a cafe or a library or whatever. It doesn’t matter. I remember the feeling. I could sense the danger, felt it in my bones, as one does. Was that all it was? A feeling, a sense? Feelings are often meaningless when they do not derive from any place of evidence. However, using logic on feelings, it doesn’t work. And there it was. Danger. Danger lurking, looming, seeping into my core- but is danger so different from passion? Why should one bring us joy and the other doom, regret, fear? Both drive us in some way, generally toward what we think is “The Better.” I am not afraid of danger. No, I know of danger. And I know keep it near my heart. I know it as a friend.


Inspired by my best friend and a creative mastermind, Berlyn ❤  Specifically, this.

Image: “Au Charbonnage” Café, Vincent van Gogh.