“…the fabric of the world is not tight at this strange hour
i can see all the way through
i can push my hand through the sky
somewhere there is a mist sailing across an aspen grove…”
– Nicole Tilde (10/2015)
Fire. Earth. Air. Water.
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A mandala, the singing glyphs, the song of a soul, what it wants, what it needs, to grow.
Initiating, starting a fire, becoming the first, a pioneer. Stepping up and out of the norm.
It’s Mars on the move.
Running a hand across the earth, sunlight shimmering like coins in a meadow,
bees in the pollen, sap swelling in the deep wood.
Itβs Venus in love and finding her home.
A word for air, carried by a bird, the messenger lands.
Mercurial and twisting, it is what must be said, written, expressed.
The watery spectrum of emotions, how they need containers, cups, dreams,
a means of travel, a river, lips speaking, a gesture, moonlight and stories to carry them.
Dream-Speak is a language of symbols, myth, dreams, archetypes, little noticings,
synchronicity, a deep dive into the watery world of Neptune,
andΒ the kairos of a life on this place called earth.
Nicole Tilde
*all images and words (c) Nicole Tilde 2012-2018 β thanks for respecting this