May 8, 2013

My recent sojourn was eerily without negative incident, on plane, in airport, upon return. By this I am stunned and for this I am grateful. Seat mate between Albany and Atlanta was Leslie, a real estate agent dividing her time between Memphis and Saratoga Springs. I told her my ambition was to grow my own forest and she replied dryly, “Forests take a long time to grow.”

Dreams last night which continually referenced moss and algae and the like. I criticized myself for that even during the dreams, but couldn’t stop.