"As dreams are the healing songs from the wilderness of our unconscious -- so wild animals, wild plants, wild landscapes are the healing dreams from the deep singing mind of the Earth." - Dale Pendell
Pressed next to my hip, stretched out lengthwise with her silky fur and lean body sandwiched into the purple arm rest of my chair, my aptly named underworld feline, Beelzebub, sleeps. She lets out soft little meows, and her paws expand and contract, extending and retracting her finely sharpened claws. She’s dreaming. Wandering through the subterranean world of a collective unconsciousness. What she is dreaming about is as much a mystery to me as what I am dreaming about is to my partner. She is tuned into the larger psyche of the earth just as I am. Her dreams, whatever they may be, rise from and inform the unique shape she lives into this world.