Vashon Island is actually two islands. At some point in the early twentieth century they were connected by a short landbridge. So, there is the larger Vashon and the smaller Maury that we talk about collectively as Vashon Island. We live on the larger island, Vashon. Why is this important? Well, it wasn’t terribly except I had a dream last night about Maury that is somewhat revealing and I had to give you that background to help with what comes next.

So, the dream was that I motored over to Maury and got on a road that took me past a threatening raptor, along a thousand foot gorge and into a dusty town above the timberline. I was looking for a place to buy supplies for an implied journey. None of that stuff exists on Maury except maybe a threatening raptor occasionally.

Upon pondering this dream I recalled other dream trips to Maury Island where I drove up and up in elevation and crossed a pass, could have been in the Pyrenees. That happened on a small handful of occasions. Again, nothing like that exists on Maury Island here and now, so to speak.

And on pondering all this, it reminded me of dreams that I had in the innocence of childhood where I would walk out into our small backyard and go behind the garage and there would be a different world suddenly. It was a world of color that mimicked the palette of a children’s book that I was familiar with. The colors were rich and bold and exciting.

I had never made the connection before between these dreams that are so far apart in time. They seem related and speaking of the same surprise though. There is a place around the corner from reality where other possibilities are present, exhibiting a more exciting palette. It is just a short journey with maybe an occasional threatening raptor to sidestep but possible and not that hard. Hmm.

Is this the place of sanctuary that Terry Hershey talks about? Is it a hint that reality is only so real? Is it a place to get supplies for a further journey? I don’t know exactly but will ponder on. Thanks for being here for me, love you dreamily, Felipe.