our Caravan of Re-Joy-Sing pilgrimage honoring our transcendent journey into light, our taking joy in transforming shadows into gifts and our witnessing these gifts as dreams coming to us each night for the 12 nights of Christmas/the Festival of Light continues sauntering across the desert guided by a constellation and our 9th night’s sun of the fiery Sagittarius once again proved to be the just right incubator for last night’s initiatory dream with the Sagittarian Archer, Wounded Healer and Healer of Wounds, Transformer of Shadows into Light…

on the ninth night of Christmas, my true love (Sagittarius) gave to me, a dream of… riding the wind into great silence where everything/no thing is still, a numinous black serpent coiled in fetal position resting in the gap before the arrow of love penetrates and awakens the jewels to come alive, to open to being a spiraling, sparkling rainbow wave of pure delight…

thousandfold thanks to the archer of love, the laser beamer of light for turning the darkness into clear sight…