Intuitive in the mode of passion
The Blog of Dr. Janelle Trees
Unable to sleep, I went outside, barefoot in the squelching, rain-saturated grass.
The Egyptians had cults of the bull, including prognostication from the actions of a specially selected animal.
The body lets out feelings the mind is not allowing, through movement, emotion, sickness.
The men of our tribe have a reputation for strength and ferocity. There are reasons for that.
If you’ve been in a car with Aboriginal hunters, you’ll know the way they can see a snake or lizard, or something else good for cooking, on a stony gibber plain, perhaps two hundred metres from the road.
What a mess you can get yourself into, stealing so that you can inject chemicals to feel like you got a hug. That’s about as lonely as it gets.
The pounding of the waves on the rocks below, so soothing to my ears, must have become horrible to some of the men imprisoned there.
‘Great clouds of yellow pollen moved through the air like huge, transparent fish. The chairs and tables on the terrace were covered in layers of the sweet-smelling gold powder.’
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Banner photo of Uluru sunset by Grant McIver
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