dream walkings

2021 Washington

I’m not sure I have the words for this yet…or they feel too big for my mouth. My expectations were high – I was not disappointed. Something deep inside me was “at home” with this place. The rocks. I haven’t written about rocks in so long, maybe because they are so much a part of me and I am never without them? I wonder if I have begun to take them for granted? No. Goosebumps run down my arms when I think about stepping onto that beach and reaching down to caress the first one. My breath catches, the colors pale yet vibrant, the texture smoothed by time feel like a lover’s touch all in cahoots with the taste of salt on my lips and the caress of the pre-dusk fog. And just like that I am gone, lost to time, a tingling in my solar plexus washes me over with complete bliss and I wander in a trance. The waves crash gently, the giant trees tossed into the sea and then back onto shore bleached by sun and time have an ethereal glow. Perhaps these giants freshly shored were once transformed into the Quileute’s canoe. I don’t know, but they are as smooth as silk now and set my imagination running. Dream walking.