“In order to dream we all must rest, disappear within until we awaken again. Then the blossoms will open. Before they wilt take a sniff of their pleasant perfume. Let it fill you with ease. Begin with a pen in your hand and hope it will be seen as it is written.”



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“In the forest, I find peace, a soft piece of earth in which to make my camp. It’s cool and pleasant. I lay down to drift off before the sun rises, and I remember I am only in my back yard surrounded by trees secluding me from my home a few feet away. Tomorrow everything will be the same, but tonight I am unconscious of the outside world.”

Angela K. Crandall