Little Black Dot

another variation on the dream.
in this one, against the window, three webs and three spiders spinning.
i do not see an immediate solution to this situation. i don't want to call it a problem, but it's becoming more and more apparent that a problem is what i'm dealing with.
something about my third eye.
something about triangles.
however, it is just discovered that my spirit quartz fits exactly into the cage, pointing up.
so buckle up, chelsea. buckle that thing around you.
first time since april.