I’m sharing this beautiful story, which speaks of so many things, I can’t begin to explain them. So I’ll shut up and let you read it.
Earlier this year, there was a call about a story competition. I needed a break, having been caught up in reading pretty dry academic text, and this sounded like fun. I was working on a story about a worm whisperer (no surprises there!) telling the tale of a woman who was able to communicate with worms and helped improve composting. My brain was in story mode and I was thoroughly enjoying myself.
Then I had two dreams, one night after the other. The first night, I dreamt of a small, squat tower in a green land and watched as red rivers bubbled up from the four corners of the tower. The second night, I dreamt of otter women going out into the land and communicating in their varied ways. Both dreams were vivid and stayed with me through the days that followed. I’m not sure what these dreams say about my…
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