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Fire Dream

Fire Dream

Last night I dreamt that fire was racing up the mountain towards our camp.  The scrub oaks, cats claw, yucca and dry golden grasses blazing in a furry of fire.   As I ran up the hill away from it the heat and flames swept me up, over the cliff edge and engulfed me in flames as I hurdled into the arroyo.   I have intense dreams almost nightly, but this is the first time I’ve experienced my death in a dream.   It’s one of those dreams that sticks with you all day.   I guess this experience with the fire will be with me for a while.   It feels like an affirmation that my decision to live on the road again, making art in and about these precious places is what I need to do at this moment.   So here I am, one day at a time, trying to figure out how to share this story and create more light in this world that can feel so overwhelmingly difficult sometimes.

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