5:30 a.m. Not long ago, I was immersed in some epic dreams. There are too many images to recall. In the first dream, Faith, we are in our long past. Sorrow. Low and slow we contract and move through our suffering, changing our place, but repeat these lessons until we surrender. Again. It is here, the ecstasy between the flesh and the spirit. This dream feels rich, visceral, dark, warm, and wet. Cut into the next set of images that are change. There is buoyancy and lightness. Red orbs hurl through space, let’s play this out. roll, glide, fold over them with gr