Julia - Oil Pastel
Excerpted from dream journal Vol. 2 May:
"There's some gathering of sorts. Many women are here.
Maybe all women. Someone, who is familiar to me, asks me
what I'm doing.
"I'm heading out," I tell her.
"I need to go to," she says.
We walk together in a field that's being plowed. My
friend either goes back to the gathering or disappears some-
how. I walk the plowed rows alone, hearing "La Délaïssàdo"
by Joseph Canteloube as sung by Arleen Auger. I am really
sad but I don't know why."
I found out later that a day before this dream my friend,
|To hear a sample of "La Délaïssàdo," click here.|