Dream Weaver

a magical senru! always, Cat

You are a weaver yourself dear girl, and may you forever have sweet dreams, as this poem has said. Love it. love to you and yours, Lyz. Xx

Don't know how to spell that but its a Gaelic lullaby which was my favourite my mother sang it every night and I too have sung it and watched children fall asleep hearing it. The tune is haunting too. Anni probably knows it. Perhaps it is on Youtube must see! I am never sure that the idea of sand goes with sleep, but of course it is metaphorical. But the dustiness, or sandiness of eyes shutting and hearing the sound of sand pouring and the great warm deserts of sand and the colour of sand all add to the sleep generating magic of sand and you must sleep well ass you have more fairy stories to tell tomorrow and we would fain hear more of them Greeneyes. Love and a lullaby from Ann.