Sometimes I have dreams where I wake up crying. Intensely. Childishly. These are dreams about a broken heart. Usually at the end of a love affair. But last night I dreamt about Ferguson. We were there. My kids and I. There were railroad tracks. Singing. Candles and crepuscular bands of light silhouetting black bodies against the sky. I don’t remember what happened, but in the dream we failed. Somehow we failed. And I was wailing alone like a motherless child. ~Carvell Wallace. *Brilliant. The latest on The Manifest-Station. Holy wow. The Manifest-Station is the brainchild of my friend Jennifer Pastiloff. Check out her page for information on where shes offering her next Manifestation Workshop, teaching yoga or sharing her brilliant writing skills.
Posted on: Tue, 30 Sep 2014 04:25:01 +0000