Dreaming of where I am
Last night, I ran through a series of richly detailed dreams about the bayou, the portage, the history of this area that I call home, and I found myself moving in and out of historic homes and meeting people from all times. It was quite an incredible night that perhaps was brought on by conversations of late about conservation, about a tour I took with the Preservation Resource Center as part of the Kid’s Event on Saturday, and because the last thing I saw before I went to bed was the bayou sparkling under the new moon’s soft light.