The burning tower
The dream I had the other night of the Landmark hotel burning and people leaping out the windows was so iconic because it reminded me of the Tarot card for The Tower – the tower is about letting go, about claiming a new path, and that if you hold to rigidly to old ways you will invite destruction – I am here in Zagreb, still with no clothes, still learning a language that sounds as foreign as trying to count stars in the sky (which by the way Lastovo has a sky that is pure milk there are so many stars in it) and trying to gear myself for going back to a life that has been stressful and bring back lessons for life – how to be productive at work without losing myself, how to give all my loved ones time and space, to remember to get on my hands and knees to kiss Arlene, to walk outside in my garden, sit on my front porch, breathe, stretch, enjoy, learn, be.