I was harvesting veggies out of the garden, canning them on a LP stove top set up near the fire pit. In the dream I looked out over the lake while hearing the sizzle of the cans sealing and feeling the warm of the canning as the sun was setting and the stars were coming.
There wasn’t much else to the dream other than the sensation of being “home”…of feeling grounded, rooted and solid in a way I never felt as a kid growing up and moving so frequently. It was such a nice feeling…
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