Semi-Daily Scribbles

Loni always got big, sticky thoughts lodged in her noggin when her sister came to visit. Loni was more used to the type of stuff normally on her mind, like getting to work on time, and how she was going to pay for her California dream vacation. Then Big Sis would pop in and talk nonsense:

• Dreams are the bedrock.
• The world that lies in wait on the other side of the veil is where vision is given form.
• Thought propels intention across 1,001 night skies.
• Gone is the tantalizing glimpse of potential fulfilled and a future of plenty.
• In its stead is the world of riches we pass up daily because it looks like a rain cloud, sounds like a mourning dove, tastes like good ol' buttery burnt toast.

Loni felt hungover after one of her sister's visits. The wrung out grogginess was tempered by a giddy elation which Loni could never quite wrap her head around. Not much of what her sister did, or said, made sense, but it did give Loni a thing or two to ponder as she faced the fry station every day.