Dreams. Drawing Luke Hockley.

Dreams.

Dear Self,

For a moment I let myself see how things might be.

I can see what I would like to amplify in my current life, the things I’d like to shed, the things and people and places that surround me.

I let these be the dreams that organise me.

They are vibrant and unknown.

They change shape based on what I discover each day.

They give me direction, purpose, clarity, intention.

They make lovely companions.

Luke

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Know someone who would appreciate this letter?

What is Dear Self all about?