Dreaming of Trees ~ American Sentence Day 48 of 108

Gliding through the woods I fell in love – got off my bike and hugged some trees.

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I'm a rock-n-roller poet who left the Big Apple for the Big Sky Desert where I've been letting it be and grooving with universal love, singing to the gods, dancing with the muses and bicycling with dreamtime messengers. I like altering my reality through imagination, movement, breath, and makin' stuff.

2 thoughts on “Dreaming of Trees ~ American Sentence Day 48 of 108

    1. Yes, I love it. Been doing it for a years. I have to get my hugs in – and trees are so amazing. Also, I live alone – often – I don’t get to hug any human people. Trees are people, just not human people.

      I hugged one person yesterday – it was Rachael Heart (my yogini friend and teacher)! She gave me an herbal elixer of her own design for dreams (I think she calls it Sweet Dreaming). Oh man! I dreamed deeply all night long.

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