dream walkings

1997 in flight

I love looking out of the plane’s window and imagining what ancient secret’s like below on the Earth’s craggy and rugged surface.  Adventures abound, especially for one who could spend all day sifting through rocks. I prefer the Earth untouched by man, with no scars to mar her surface.  I delight in the sculpted depression of a long past lake or river. Nature never takes the straight or direct course.  It meanders this way and that, always ending up somewhere surprising or inspiring – never predictable. One of my secret adventures as I look down is finding shapes of people or animals.  Now, red rocks sitting brightly on top of the soft, dark brown earth specked with snow, looking like fudge sprinkled with powdered sugar. Today is a day for fish, particularly large ones full of all the distinctions one would expect.  I imagine them as huge fossils that have been overlooked thus far due to their sheer gargantuan size.  Mainly I see women though.  The Goddess in all Her different shapes and sizes drawn gracefully on Mother Earth’s surface. I have never seen a piece of art as beautiful as a simple dried up tributary, etching it’s dry tendrils upon the banks of no distinction.