Pen and inks on sketchbook paper

I dreamed I was in a land where grass and trees are sentient beings.

Last night I dreamed that I went out for a walk above a university where some tractors had just laid out a patchwork quilt of beautiful grasses. I went up to one of the squares and touched the grass. It was the softest thing I’d ever touched and I had an infinite desire to lie down on it forever. . .but I looked down toward the university below and there was a lot going on. My friend and I walked around under the trees. One tree particularly intrigued us – bending down almost to the ground, a sort of willow tree, and it was gently moving. And as i moved toward it, the bough reached out and touched me, stroking me lovingly and filling me with such delight that i touched it back and then let it take me weightless in it’s silvery leaves. I think this must be what heaven is like, don’t you? a kind of carefree loving dance.

I also painted all morning, then cut up the painting in despair. Not ready for heaven yet I guess! First I have to learn how to paint!