entering Lemuria

I am going to write a bit before I ever go there and tell you what I see when I close my eyes. Won’t it be fun to find if the Lemuria I’m headed for is actually like the one ion my head?

OK, I see a wee rabbit running down a hill and into a brush that is lush and green, dotted with fragrant yellow blossoms. Fat bees sip their nectar in a lazy afternoon sun and the occasional white puff of cloud drifts overhead. Off to the right lies a stately green (evergreen in fact) forest. A procession of lords and ladies in magenta silks comes over the hill, yet they stop to pass the time with a sweet looking peasant boy who is herding his milk goats toward their safe barn. I observe that they are treating each other as equals, which tells me much about this place.  An owl hoots and blinks in peace in some pine branches above me.I nestle into my hammock and gaze up at a azure Lemurian sky…

MotherBear