Yesterday I received a beautiful postcard poem with a print of an abstract painting by Diana Ong on the front (not this one pictured here). The poem had such wonderful images that I thought, yes, that’s exactly what I wish I had said, yes, I understand this meaning entirely. I love it when I read a poem and I get that ‘aha’ moment, like when I understand a dream.
Last night I dreamed of flying, like superwoman. Always exhilarating. If only I could keep the feeling while I’m awake!