Lisa Frankel
Dreamweaving
Philadelphia, March 2014
Shhh, quiet now. Listen. Let me tell you a story. This is a story of nighttime, of dreamtime. When the veil between what is real and what is magical thins into almost nothing. In these twilight hours our minds can finally find respite from the raging tumult of waking. Like the sea that falls quiet when the moon loosens her grasp, . . .
March 24, 2014