touch and feel

I went to a bookshop tonight, my child stayed home. I missed her bedtime while sitting amidst the books I'd gathered, one on Morocco, on Venezuela. Three on tropical design, one about landscaping and one specifically about bathrooms. A vegetarian cookbook. A book about making everything you might need with materials from the earth. I left the shop with only one book, one about bringing community together to elevate consciousness. To bring forth awakening. I feel it now, it's starting to bubble.

I touch these books and I begin to dream. It's finally time to dream.