Aswan on the Nile River, Egypt

A Short Story

Leaping out of bed like a gazelle, this dream fresh in my mind unfolds thusly:

My eyes capture an infinite scroll as if searching for my ancestors, when my dear grandmother Mame’ Jeanne appears in radiant peace.  I let her know how much I’ve missed her, she nods saying, “when you finish writing all of your stories, then will I be waiting for you and we will all be together.”

What an awesome way to start a new day!

Dreams are mysteriously important, don’t you agree?

Eleanor Roosevelt concurred when she spoke:

“The future belongs to those who believe in the beauty of their dreams.”

Wishing you sweet dreams — your scribe for love