By Katie Tallo

Mornings are darker now and my dreams more vivid because I’m somehow closer to sleep when I wake. This morning I woke from a strange dream.

In it some of my neighbours were drawing power from my hydro panel and in doing so they mistakenly fried the walls off my house. Just the contents, frame and foundation were left with me standing in the middle wondering what the hell I was going to do. I felt a wave of grief. I wept. I felt exposed in my house with no walls.

I’m sure there’s a million ways to interpret this dream. I like to see my dreams less as symbolic messages from the universe and more as little notes to self.

My inner knowing is alive these days. Alive with the knowledge that I’m coming into my own power. The more I write,... More...