After writing about thinking of "building walls and barriers" to protect myself from unwanted conversations from strangers while enjoying my front yard, I dreamed I was swinging from the top of one narrow wall to another (from a trapeze connected somewhere in the sky), trying to find balance and stay safe from a coming flood.
I only now recognized the relationship between my thoughts and dream, coming back to this electronic space, wondering whether anything was happening here.
And so, in my continuing questioning of what is private and what is public, I wonder whether this sort of writing should remain private or whether it has a place in a public realm.
