when it matters because of two gardens

I followed a rabbit trail this morning and found something unexpected and resonant and lovely, and almost cried, near the end, but in a good way.

If you have a minute, you might tell me what you think.

the tree of life

Oh my freaking goodness! Can't wait to see this when it comes out!!

seen/unseen

Been having very strange dreams again of late. Set in real places that I have never set foot in before in my waking life. Full of people I love and hate, cyclical conversations and revealing scenarios reminiscent of the past, leaving me angry or confused or both.

Here is where one of them happened. It's an amazing church-turned-bookstore in the Netherlands that I'd never seen or heard of except for when I dreamed it a few weeks ago--and then again when I startled myself by accidentally stumbling across this photo of it on the internet yesterday:



I knew the Davenport Hotel too, years before I ever visited it. Knew where to find the grand ballroom, a particular portrait, the stairs to the rooftop, a place behind a potted tree where I had hidden in a dream. I've recognized intersections, a new friend's back yard, the view from an apartment I was visiting for the first time. I sometimes wonder if every place I ever thought I had imagined really is out there somewhere.

No point to this post, really, except that it's on my mind.
And my shoulder is hurting again. Badly.