I used to be a sleep walker. It could be funny. Somehow, I got over that.

I used to be a dreamer. It could be funny as well, and so much more. Fortunately, I never got over that.

I am wake-walking through a garden of dreams, eyes open, heart pounding, life-affirming.

I am dreaming within a dream of dreams yet to be.

My heart is full of emptiness being filled and refilled.

My life is an adventure where impossibilities unfold into realities.

I am wake-walking. Nothing is asleep within me.

Wake-walking and wondering what the next unfolding will bring.

Wake walking and willing to awaken anew to a deeper dream.

Blessed.