Encounter Last night I dreamed of the forest, a sound of soft footsteps, a presence moving, a lizard flashing blue and gold. In my chest, the earth breathed, its warm wet essence a call to come closer, to listen, to know.
- Robert Bly
Encounter Last night I dreamed of the forest, a sound of soft footsteps, a presence moving, a lizard flashing blue and gold. In my chest, the earth breathed, its warm wet essence a call to come closer, to listen, to know.