Sunday, 25 March 2012

Dream. Catch. Me.

There's something mystical about dream catchers. Its organic shape. The feathers, the twill cobweb circles...I could stare at one for hours. Just laying down on my bed, head up to the ceiling as i gaze at the twirling dream catcher above me-dancing with the breeze from my open window-as if to be celebrating some old, native tradition. Perhaps the movement is from all the dreams it has caught-ready to burst into a million stories and crazy tales. It is all quite mystical...