Tears and conversation.

I'm relearning what it means to be a friend. I'm trying and it's not easy. Maybe I've made friendships out to be something impossible--maybe I have a Romantic idea of friendship and I need to let go. I'm also trying to learn how to dream and how to keep myself from shattering those dreams before I even let myself have them. There are a lot of details, practicalities that keep coming up; sometimes I just want to hold my breath and transport my body into some other place. Another time. Another world, where things don't seem so hard. But, Dorothy reminds me, "There's no place like home. There's no place like home. There's no place like home." She's right, there's not. But I'm not there yet. Jesus is here. He's a home and I'm learning.

The little girl in my dream the other morning kept crying out, "Let your love topple over, let your love topple over, let your love topple over." I want to know: who was the girl? who was she crying to?