Writing about the windows has stirred up some things. Thinking more about the blue room story, and how it is circled with other stories and memories, like ripples in a pond. Sometimes I'm dazzled by how interwoven and connected things have been in my life.
The other night I dreamt that an eagle landed on me. It landed fast, hard and heavy. It had a foot on each of my shoulders, talons pressing in, with it's body behind and head resting on mine. At first I was terrified, but then, as it wrapped its wings around my head, covering my eyes with it's feathers, I realized that this was an amazing gift, I stopped moving and tried to take it all in and hold onto the feeling. A sense of lightness.
It's still with me.
There are some things going on that are tiring, and at times frustrating, but still I'm feeling very full of wonder and trust that things will all work together and be fine in the end.
Wishing you all the same.