Of Tidal Waves and Ancient Texts

I lie in the flickering dawn light taking all this in, letting it settle deep into my heart space as I allow room for wonder and exploration. I hold the dream like a stone in my hand. Putting it in my pocket as I pry my tired body up out of the bed and shuffle sleepily to the kitchen to tend to the kids, brew coffee, kiss my baby nephew who is gurgling away happily in his highchair in the middle of the bright yellow kitchen of the holiday home I’ve rented with my sister.