The inspiration for 12 dreams for the one who tends lavender, I realize now, was almost a kind of dare.
Someone was bold enough to suggest that instability is a deal-breaker.
Since then I have balanced (with steady employment) along the edge of that stage with a handshake at the end, trying to convince myself otherwise.
But, this is the proof.
Instability brought the lavender and then disturbed its sipping pond-drink reflection.
But, instability continues towards bare fruits: a zebra with noncommittal stripes, a mixed message to a Mississippi art farm, something with pages that really turn, and the ending of an unfortunate cookie.
