Dream Journal

I had one of those nights where I couldn't sleep and by that I mean: I was fighting sleep (or some combination of my head/heart wouldn't let me sleep). Too many thoughts, tears, memories, etc. You know what I mean. I know you do. There are those nights when late night aloneness with deep sadness comes. They just come.

I finally fell asleep for a few moments or maybe a few hours, and was jolted awake by these thoughts. This morning I found them written in my dream journal:

Lack of sleep becomes sacred

like an alter object
holding space for loss

JenMarie made my dream journal.
It is one of my most sacred objects.
Plus I like to stick my face in it and breath in the leather deep.