Had a dream where I was being raised softly but deftly, and swiftly through layers of grasses upwards towards the sky. Felt absolute trust, as both grass and sky were so comforting. The grass felt safe; the sky, like adventure. Made me less afraid of death and to see it more as a transition. Of course, I was praying for a funeral yesterday, so that may explain it. Still, how pleasant to consider our journeys continuing softly from grass to sky. I think I’ll paint this dream and see what I can glean from it. I love dreams!