Am I supposed to believe this is not a doorway to somewhere Else? I’m not even touching on the other one that went over the normal path and was covered in mushrooms that weren’t anywhere else.
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The sound of rain dripping from a high canopy harmonizes with song birds and insect legs
Moss, soft and damp, gives beneath my feet with every step, giving me an invisible direction to follow.
Scents of saturated earth and chlorophyll permeate beyond that single sense, lending their taste with every inhale.
The stillness between the breaths of the forest is the loudest sound I've ever felt as it fills my chest
Sheltered under decay, finding solace in the silence, I swear I can hear caverns beneath me sing ancient songs
Black. A flash, vanishing behind an elder tree, gnarled and strong, a short distance from me
I creep, crawl, sliver along the green undergrowth, masking myself against black dirt in old shadows
Familiarity, a sense of knowing, the shape wandering just ahead grows closer with each step
Allowing the moss to carry my feet forward, we saunter a slow collision course, utterly unaware of identity
The warm recognition. A safe, stoic face and powerful subvocalization across the still silence.
Like myth being written, the circle of stones surrounding us makes itself known and our following actions are innate.
We gather kindling and snag, build a cabin to burn and give life to flame, whispering breath to it so it can grow
The soft roaring of crackles and pops mimic conplex music as if the heart of the fire has its own song to share
And we listen. In stillness, we carry silence like no burdens have ever graced our spines
Compulsion pulls at us, entrancing our bodies with slow and sacred movement around the hearth.
We wordlessly embrace the spell, mirror images encircling coals turning brighter as we mimic smoke
Nearer and nearer, the heat pulls us in towards the heart, calling fingers to reach out to licking flames
As movements become faster there is a fluid recklessness threatening entropy yet we do not falter
Electricity in its raw form erupts with a glancing blow between our fingertips. That instant of touch, a crushing culminated crescendo.
And the spell is broken. The dream ends. But a world left behind, not easily returned to, now exists.
I will find you there again.
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Throughly charmed with our Tikar Forest Magic Pygmy Figure, with his expressive face, petite rounded shape, and seed pod jewelry. I find it hard to resist captioning him with something like “It’s only Wednesday?” or “Winter is coming” or just “…” because sometimes that’s how it i when you try to stay on top of everything happening in the world at once. This Figure is believed to represent a Spirit of the Pygmy People of the Cameroon Forests. The Tikar People believe(d) that these Figures possess Mystical Spirits and Powers derived from the Forests where Pygmy People live(d). They were used for Protection and as Fertility Figures, which are also believed to benefit their Harvests. Follow the link in our profile to make him yours! #tikar #tikarpygmy #forestmagic #cameroon #africanart #africanartcollector #mood #wednesdaymood #handcarved #seedpods #art #uniqueart #artcollector #tikarpeople #tikartribe #decorate #shop #nyc #unionsquare #beadsofparadise (at Beads of Paradise NYC) https://www.instagram.com/p/CkMFTc2OnXK/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=
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𝓒ǂ 𝕮𝖗𝖆𝖉𝖑𝖊 𝖔𝖋 𝕱𝖔𝖗𝖊𝖘𝖙 𝓒ǂ 2020 October Nostalgia Haunts . . . . . #forest #Bridge #autumn #hiking #exploring #forestmagic #forestcore #woods #fall #October #Ontario #canadianshield #Park #limehouseconservationarea #conservation #water #river #nature #silenthillost #photography (at Limehouse Conservation Area) https://www.instagram.com/p/CkIepzALbxu/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=
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