I had a lovely dream, not a big Jungian dream, but a tiny dream about a pretty blue cover I could make a flouncy little dress out of. I was imagining a delicate dress, something I could make with gossamer fabric, so light a fairy might wear it.
What I got instead for October 25th was Precious, Lee Daniel’s new movie about race, poverty, illiteracy, obesity, unspeakable sexual abuse by both parents, rape, incest, and most remarkably… hope.
Ok, I’ll bite. Sounds like an important film.
There was also another story of hope and renewal, the rebuilding of a neighborhood in San Diego after a wildfire swept through in 2007. Still vulnerable yet full of optimism and defiance, the owners have made their new houses bigger and more lavish than the ones that were destroyed.
I think, about that feathery dress, maybe where fresh starts are concerned, a little stardust could only help.