over the past few weeks i've had several dreams re pennsylvania. on saturday i borrowed a book from my mother and read it; the book was set in pennsylvania and there were numerous mentions of a pennsylvania keystone charm on a charm bracelet. i haven't lived in pennsylvania for 10 years. last night the captain said "i'm moving to philly, you should come too" and i said "absolutely not" and he said "no, really, you should" and i said "well, maybe" and three hours later after speaking with the dj i decided to do just that. i told him i'd see him in three weeks.

aimlessly, i flipped open a book of mine last thursday to a passage which mentioned the beauty found in synchronicity.

last night i took some valerian in water, stretched out in bed and said "is it best for me to move to philadelphia?"

a few hours later i opened my eyes and saw the entire sky was as rich a shade of pink as the dress i wore last night.

later i awoke midsentence, dreaming, saying, "but don't you understand? women are often cruelly judged in spite of their intelligence."

i'm grabbing hold of possibility. i'm going to move to philadelphia in three weeks.

right now in the cafe stevie wonder is singing through the speakers, "heaven help the roses if the bombs begin to fall." it's beautiful.