Today I wrote down a dream in the margin of a book that I’m sure to open time after time. In a purple pencil, I wrote the date, June 1, 2012. I sat in a yellow chair and saw glimpses of what that dream might look like in my head.
I wrote it down, because I want to keep it safe, from life and distractions and dream devouring nonsense. I wrote it down on paper and then scribed it into the corners of my heart, a safe protected place, where imagination lives and keeps watch.
A dream of a place for art and worship and creativity and connection.
And I then I came here to record it, to plant it and to watch it grow.