#NewThisDay Writing From My Photo Stream
In woods, among trees, imagination dwells. There is the presence of polarities: old & new, ugliness & loveliness, irritation & comfort, messiness & innocence, grubbiness & purity, density & clarity. . .
I imagine this fallen tree has seen me walk past it, unseeing, on my path near the river daily. Only this morning do I see it watching me. I creep close. A chipmunk pops it's head out of its trunk, disappears. I kneel on dead leaves and look deeply into an ancient unblinking eye.
I rest the palm of my hand on the dry ridged skin of the trunk.
A friend sees this picture I post and says "It's a sleeping dragon, it woke and saw you."
If you meet a dragon in the forest you see that even a dragon has moments of peace and will greet you and you will feel like you could be friends with a beast who sees who you really are when you are in a place where you are awake, aware, receptive, looking for moments of truth and beauty.