trembling walls n structures
deep
the deep
emerging growl n groan
from deep far deep
earth trembles
ocean tides recede
elements together
immovable forces in motion
destined to struggle
awesome laws of change
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someone spoke and woke
the deep
....sentinels all
i say
tremble!





http://www.castles.org/castles/Europe/Western_Europe/France/france2.htm

When I was growing up I placed a lot of worth on dreams. It was a time of meeting with several in a group. And we traveled to several places in this world and others. Each time taking on different group persona. One time around a campfire, in desert like robes...another as native american or at least the flavor of what it seems to be....then in mountains high on cliff echoing chants before dawn...and sometimes stepping into matalic like structures and zapping off to who knows where.

Then one day while brushing me teeth a sudden silence came and I paused to look around. Sadly i knew they had left. And the dreams became just memory.*

I had this dream last night.

Two of the many places in Brittany I have wanted to see are Carnac and MOnt St Michel.

Last night in the dream I was shown a dolmin with marks carved in the stone from top to bottom.

I tried so hard to memorize the symbols but could only bring back the first 2. I knew it was directions to the entrance of an underground city beneath Mont St Michel.

If I get a chance to draw them and scan them I will post them.

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The little old woman across the street that visits here regularly ,invited Cheryl ,me and Christian to apertief at 6.

What a delightful woman.She knows we do not speak french very well, but she chatted non stop while we were there at her home. ..About her husband that she kicked out. ..About her children and how the first child is always born at home.We had champange and almonds. And a little strawberry liquor (made locally) to flavor the champange.

On entry to her home there is a life size statue of Isis holding a lamp in the shape of a flame.
She said she got it a a local store like home depot.

The company was delightful and the conversation difficult but fun. We laughed a lot.

She would not let us take her picture because she said she needed to see the hairdresser first.

It was a nice end to the day, good compay,laughter, and being a bit tipsy.

As for my art...I am now painting pictures of Berton life on the cupboards. I will post them tomorrow.