2002:April:20
4.20.2002
I can't quite talk about the breaking heart. But each night I have dreamt about cats having sex. The girls say cats in dreams mean your mystic self; your familiar.
Then this happens in real life: So I am sitting in Trinity Bellwoods Park, and disclosing in my journal what I can't always talk about here. And then a little sprite of a woman in cat ears pounces up to me and puts a candy heart on my knee. Meow meow, she says. The she scampers away. The heart says "true love".
Thunderstorms and this morning, an earthquake.
When life is raw, signs are everywhere.