Day 25
dreams
Last night I dreamt of a yellow canary in a hamster cage. At some point I checked the cage and the canary was laying in a pile of discarded Kleenex and cigarette butts. I revived the bird and it escaped. My sister-in-law Crystal tried to help me re-capture it. Finally, it fluttered and flew against the side of my face, and stayed there. I felt the softness of its feathers and the beating of its heart. I put my hand against it, pinning it against my cheek and soothed it with shushing sounds. When I woke, the first thought I had was that the canary was my daughter and I was trying to rescue, revive, and comfort her. She has a beautiful voice and it makes perfect sense that in my dream she is a singing bird. While she doesn’t need me to save her, I sometimes sense her like a bird, fluttering against me.
Just below the surface of the facts and truths that make up our endeavors, there is a dark liminal space from which all artists create. They are always joining the waking world with the bright yellow canaries that visit us in our sleep.
