Enchantment and total connectedness made the stones speak.|
My soul and body, my breath,
My relationship with the water gives me knowledge.
Effortless, I conjure up ancient history.
My imagination is rife.
The Nuenone People.
Their spirits give a brooding frisson to my present time.
Sixty thousand year old burnt remains of shells lie in a sandwich of ochre and mud.
My vision is coloured.
I sense tragedy passed.
To cleanse and purify.