You’re A Wonder, Wonder Woman

I think I had my first pregnancy dream last night.  Several of them, actually.  In my favorite one, a new Wonder Woman was being born out of a tub, like a Cylon in Battlestar Galactica. She emerged, fully clothed and elevated to the top of the room, where the old Wonder Woman was waiting.

They greeted each other and then stood together and looked ‘away,’ off the horizon.  Together, they agreed that they were going to adopt and raise the coming baby.

I decided this was a pregnancy dream and it means one of two things:

1. I am carrying Wonder Woman

2. I AM Wonder Woman.

I’ll accept either one.

The Forest is my Imagination

Sometimes, at the beginning of a week, I find that my attention and thoughts are focused in a beautiful place, like a forest of trees. Living in that forest is normal, and possibilities are paths through them.

In this forest, you don’t have to walk the paths, and if you choose to, you don’t do it for any purpose.  You do it because you want to walk the path. The passage and exploration are more important than the journey’s end.

And, oh, how I hate pulling myself out of this forest.

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