A new bag....
I'm up early today and filled with that expansive gratitude feeling that comes from surviving food poising, settling your mother's estate, and, well, that's enough for me this morning...really, I was happy with my sub-conscious, god-self, what-have-you, for having such a lovely dream to wake up from, in which I was...oh, wait, but, first, more preamble. About the creative process. I think that's what my brand is. My product, message, brand id, and so on and so forth....so, I am typing. I woke up in the coolest hours I'm going to get in middle of a two hundred + hour California heat wave from a dream where I was enjoying a convivial time at a busy old-timey cafe with my sister and her boyfriend (he and I were discussing antique handrail design and fabrication, between snippets of loving banter and jests between my seester and myself, while music and glasses tinkled and joyful voices full of laughter and mirth murmured in the background) and I was cool and not-nau