Creative process - breathing the emBodied-Land

Creative process - breathing the emBodied-Land

He walks about four feet in front of me, weathered simian hands grabbing thin rainforest tree trunks, shaking them. He pauses, looks around, smells. I'm aware of those hands on the tree skin, not really separate from the lichen and bark, such is the communion, the Oneness of the gesture. His hands. The trees. He's listening to the Land.

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