mim and rachel in stanmer park

My friend Mim told me that she and her friend Rachel were out in the woods in Stanmer Park at the weekend. The wind was blowing up a storm. They spent a long time with their ears pressed against the trunk of a particularly large tall tree with a wildly rustling canopy. She said that the tree sounded like a cross between a drain gurgling and a wooden sailing ship creaking on the ocean.

a tree dream i had about max

I am walking with Max. We are in a forest. We come to a clearing and discover a huge, rumbling, moving machine with bad intentions. It is destroying everything in its path, and now it wants to kill us. Max steps forward to intervene, but it’s inadvertent, jokey, an almost accidental, pranksterish kind of heroism. For this heroism, he is transformed instantly into a chimera: a fox or coyote, cat-like, furry, intermingled with a thorny brambly bush. He has many teeth and prickles. Curling boughs emerge from his body like flailing arms, and enwrap him. One huge curved thorny tendril pushes out from his pelvis, Pan-like. Red fur. A long muzzle. Disturbingly huge snapping, laughing jaws packed with hundreds of razor sharp teeth. Max is now equipped to take on the machine. He is still Max, though; still discernible, full of mischief and energy.

milla’s struggling creatures tree art

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My friend Camilla is phenomenal in all she does.