The OCEAN calls to me – invites me, entices me
I want to SCOOP up handfuls of sand, of shells, of treasures
A beach where I can SCOUT out paths, watch them be washed away
And then do it all again in an endless blissful cycle

Georg’ann

In the DREAM a gentle rain falls,
maybe more a heavy mist
than distinct drops.
Walking along a mountain path
our guide has just SHOWN us
a SPOOL of rope which will be used to secure our descent.
It’s not clear what this journey is about,
only that we’ve all put out STOCK in this SCOUT,
our passage is in her hands

Heather