the dream had come again like the sun after a storm. It was the same dream that had come many times before battering down the doors of my mind night after night since i was a child. it was the sort of dreams all girls dream i suppose- a dream of mysterious worlds and hidden doorways of leaves that breathe and make music when they are rustled in the wind and river that bubbles and froth with secrets.

I can do this I can start over. I can save my own life and Im never going to be alone as long as I have stars to wish on and people to still love.

I almost think there is no wisdom comparable to that of exchanging what is called the realities of life for dreams

I told him I had once lost everything I had too and that I think that can be Gods way of building walls around us to force us to look up at Him.

Not at all. Cooking is cool. Ill make you one shaped like the moon.Why the moonBecause you remind me of the moon he said and looked into his bowl. Sarah blushed.

All all becomes profitable. Education is of the most satisfying and available nature. I am at Smith Which two years ago was a doubtful dream - and that fortuitous change of dream to reality has led me to desire more and to lash myself onward - onward.

The words were unexpected but so incisively true. So much of prayer is like that - an encounter with a truth that has sunk to the bottom of the heart that wants to be found wants to be spoken wants to be elevated into the realm of sacredness.

Prayer is the souls sincere desire. Your desire is your prayer. It comes out of your deepest needs and it reveals the things you want in life.

Astraeus Aven called out. God of the four winds and friend to sailors. Say a little prayer when you look at him so he will give us what we need to keep our course.A little prayer said Jack. To a constellationTo what it represents said Aven.But I dont believe in what it represents said Jack.Prayers arent for the deity said Aven. Theyre for you to recommit yourself to what you believe.Cant you do that without praying to a dead Greek godSure said Aven. But how often would anyone do that if not in prayer

I move from dreamer to dreamer from dream to dream hunting for what I need. Slipping and sliding and flickering through the dreams and the dreamer will wake and wonder why this dream seemed different wonder how real their lives can truly be.