I had a dream about spirits last night. They were following me everywhere and my mother (who was a spirit taking her form) was escorting me and teaching me about the goddess. My cat Ripley was there too and my mother told me that she wasn’t being trained to be my familiar “but sometimes the goddess changes her mind”. And before I woke up I was trying to divine the goddess through a handmade ceramic bowl.

I hope to one day stumble upon myself. I hope to be surprised and delighted. I hope to see the stars in my eyes that were always meant to shine through me. I hope to see the happiness I had always dreamt about. I hope the creature looking back at me is sincerely confused and comforted by my presence. I hope we share the all knowing gaze as I fade into dust. I hope that person is then changed deep within their heart and it is carried on throughout the generations. Perhaps I’m still waiting for that day.