Dreaming of the Wilderness

[smokingboot]

A Book of Verses underneath the Bough,
A Jug of Wine, a Loaf of Bread - and Thou
Beside me singing in the Wilderness-
Oh, Wilderness were Paradise enow!

- Omar Khayyam

Let's go singing in the Wilderness. What's that you say? You can't? Too much stuff to do, obligations etc? Me too. Damn!

Today I can't stay past the end of this cup of coffee. Last night I had my second dream of Wade Davis; my first was on my last night in Venice. I have never seen this man but I know who he is. He's an ethno-botanist/explorer-in-residence for National Geographic who made his name by going to Haiti and finding out about the poisonous powder at the base of the zombie legends (He documented his work in the book 'The Serpent and the Rainbow') In my first dream, he told me that there was some project he was working on that might have space for me. In the second, he just stood there, black hair and pale eyes (having checked his website, this proves to be entirely inaccurate, the gentleman is blonde). Excellent chum interprets the dream as meaning I should possibly plunge into an exploration of Voodoo. I took the dream to mean that my subconscious wants me to travel somewhere into the wilds of the world, or do something I have never done before.

1993 was the last time I really wandered out into the unknown. It was Nepal, and that barely counts. Scotland feels right, but that is just because I love it. Maybe I should go somewhere I don't know at all, one of the extreme places of the earth. Hmm. Wonder how Larians would feel about us holidaying in the Amazon, or somewhere equally remote?

I will go absolutely nowhere if I don't pull myself together and do some work.

My coffee cup is empty. Blast.

Comments

[thalinoviel.livejournal.com]

I could say that travelling to distant lands does not necessarily involve boats or planes, but fear this might be irresponsible.

[smokingboot.livejournal.com]

Irresponsible, and yet, so right:-)