Sunday, 27 February 2011
Daily Draw Gratitudes Dreamer Nine
In the Dreamer Nine we see a nightmare landscape, as proclaimed by the subtitle. A clawed hand rises on a puff of breath from a woman's face. The hand drips blood and has already scratched her once, from nose to jaw. At second glance, the woman appears to be part of the landscape, part of a chain of mountains, all dripped in blood perhaps from the light of the moon. From the woman's eye a rain of tears turns into a path, but all those on it are struck down, lying on the floor, on their knees or, the furthest from the woman, dropping sword and clutching their head. The full moon behind the mountain-woman seems sickly, pale green. Encircled in red, the blood moon shines, while further out a purple circle or explosion lends added darkness to the scene.
What to make of this in terms of gratitudes?
I am grateful for the times I sleep calmly.
I am thankful that the worst things that happen to me are imaginings, not true calamities.