Last night I dreamt what I already know. I dreamt the land is alive and breathing. I watched the rise and fall of its breath. I dreamt the landscape speaks a language I understand without doubt. It speaks volumes of home and belonging and of our collective lineage held within sacred bonds long before thought was born.
Beautiful. A poem.
Posted by: bluepoppy | 05 December 2004 at 11:32 PM
This looks like a blanket or comforter--fuzzy and warm.
Posted by: Margaret | 06 December 2004 at 03:57 AM
It does indeed.
And what a wonderful photo of this living land.
I have to remind my self of the land under the paving slabs of London
which was once green also.
Posted by: Coup de Vent | 07 December 2004 at 06:52 PM
Wow, the photo and the dream are absolutely riveting!
Posted by: Fran | 09 December 2004 at 05:05 AM
Interesting dream. I wonder why you dreamt it? I love the photo - it has movement.
Posted by: Nicky Perryman | 09 December 2004 at 10:22 AM
What a beautiful dream. I love your photos!
Posted by: Heather Cox | 09 December 2004 at 10:21 PM
So, according to Dante, you are brilliant, but evil? I thought that little test was fun and frivolous. Everyone needs a laugh now and then. I haven't done the leader one; it sounds interesting.
Posted by: Margaret | 11 December 2004 at 06:41 PM
Suzanne, I just found your comment on my blogpage, I apologize for not seeing it sooner! But I am glad, as you said, you "found" me which means I have found *you*. What a beautiful blog/journal site!
Posted by: Lorraine | 19 December 2004 at 04:43 PM
I love your fine photos, too!
Posted by: Ippe | 06 January 2005 at 08:38 AM
I love this picture. I have written about it in my blog about my journey to heal and wellness around food issues. Thanks for sharing such beauty with us. jackie
Posted by: jackie | 03 November 2005 at 11:39 PM