dream walkings

2021 West Marin

The curling in feels like a caress, a hug.  Pulling out feels like a clinging fear of lost belonging or union.  To see the energy, the source of all life on earth stretching out to touch, to caress, to embrace and nurture the earth with every push and pull is hypnotic.

She leaves her nourishment at the shore to be absorbed and spread throughout nature in such a way that we can find evidence of sea creatures far from her, in trees of all things, along waterways and tributaries.  La mer – the beneficent womb may be their home, but they give birth to and fertilize everything else far, far beyond the water’s edge.

The smell of the seasons all provoke me today.  It’s like the first of summer’s warm caresses coaxes the scent out of everything, and if you pay attention you can smell and taste everything that is on offer.  I want to be lost in it.

There’s a cool breeze to balance out the power of the sun, the flora have yet to be tried as they will be come mid summer when the breeze, hot and weighty, will change it again and become that sweet smell of drying fennel and hay.

For now we feast upon still yet blooming flowers, shoots of Fennel green and reaching for the sky, and the taste of salt on the breeze.  The Eucalyptus, Cypress, and Laurel are a heady mixture more intoxicating than any drug.