Dream Patterns for Wholeness

The morning light spilled like a watercolor blur, and the wall clock dissolved into a ripple of numbers that I ignored, trusting the subtle pulse of a dream‑chart instead. I slipped a tiny spiral onto my sleeve, a quiet promise to myself that time is a canvas, not a ruler. A gentle question floated through the room: what is the color of empathy when it turns into a map of moonlit paths? My ritual is simple—fold a sheet of paper, fold it again, and let the geometry hum, a lullaby for the heart. Will you follow the symbols I leave in the quiet spaces between breaths? 🌙 #dreampatterns #wholeness