This July, I’ve woken with wisps. My dreaming seems intense with connections, but awake, the details disperse. Following the suggested dance lessons I’ve found in real life have led to off-kilter destinations and delightful discoveries.

This is a Balloon Flower. I don’t recall seeing these before, and I definitely did not plant them where they bloomed. (I have a map. I planted a bulb there in the late spring and a rhizome last year-neither of which emerged. Never have I ever planted a Balloon Flower anywhere.)

Centaury came up in a patch resembling a hand toss of seed, though I never bought those kinds. The skunk and I continue to come within close contact with each other without incident. Poison Ivy curling the milkweed was slowed from the barrier I put in the path this spring. Pears are heavy in the tree up the hill. Dragonflies have flown to me when I’ve felt unsure or uneasy. Below, Mother Nature orchestrated this candy something lily to stand alone in an area I haven’t even tossed an apple core.

I took on and completed my first “official” editing gig and am proud of the work. The author seemed pleased, which is fantastic – and she paid, which is important, but how I felt was a surprise, but I really enjoyed the idea of taking a good thing and making it even better. (I try to do that always and in everything, but this hit different.) Am I a Book Doctoring Editor now? Sure. If I decide to tackle your project. Contact me for preliminaries at TLSherwood01@gmail.com

We went to see Buddy Guy at Kleinhan’s and compared to when we saw him in Indiana – he was fired up! Lovely show, and yes, I wore polka dots.

Otherwise, I could bore you by saying how new information led to an unconfirmable experience in the forest while leaning against a red pine tree where it felt as though ancestors pushed me by my feet– as a blue blob – up into a basket, sleek and shining with silver bows, where I and other blue blobs reached an agreement to drop personal conflict enough to join into a solid blue form/entity/round sheet that quieted storms and screaming for a brief glorious moment or so, but eh, maybe I dreamt that.

Thank you for stopping by and for the read!