harbor

What dreams lie dormant hidden in the womb of your soul, quietly waiting, incubating seeking opportunity to come forth? Like the female cycle that comes every 28 days, over and over again, dreams come to rest in the soil of your mind. They compel you. They disturb you. They haunt you with visions of possibility. They prompt you to walk restlessly through life knowing that you may someday stop, listen and decide to nourish them with faith and action. Yield to the silent urging. Listen. Hear. Receive.Let the dream speak. For it will burst forth from the womb of your spirit. It frees into existence something that lives, brooding in the corner your mind. Hold the seed. Grow the seed. Birth the seed. And life will begin anew.

It__ like your whole life you__e been falling toward the earth, until the moment someone catchesyou. And you realize that somehow you__e caught her at the same time. And together, instead offalling, you might be able to fly._ The ghost went to the discarded clipping and stared down at thephoto, riveted. __he__ a beaut, isn__ she?___ure,_ Alex said automatically, although there was nothing of Zoë__ sparkling allure in thephoto, only a hint of resemblance.

You could harbor a man in your bed or your body, play on his nervous system like Paderewski at the keyboard, and not shift his brain one inch out of the concrete of dogma. (p. 5)