Michi,
Last night I had a dream that you were walking a path that wound through ancient woods, through painted valleys…a path entrenched in uncertainty and terror, of bewilderment and danger. It was hazy and the clouds were thick. It was dark and the sky was purple, stars crystal, trees cast shadows against the sky a thousand feet tall. When you found me, it was daylight and the sun hovered just above your head, raining gold down on your hair, on the crown of flowers that covered your eyes. You’d come to tell me you’d found my field of orchids.
It was more than a dream…bigger than a dream. In my heart it was real, a memory from a past life where we were nomads, travelers, wanderers. I loved you then and I love you now…sisters, brothers, two sides of the same coin. A thousand moons and a thousand years could separate us and nothing would ever change…our lives spinning, orbiting, merging…and I think you’re the only one who understands that.
xo
J
