I’ve had the environmental blues of late.  My wildflower journal entries have spurred the worry of loss.  The low country is growing so fast.  People are flocking here.  Developers are going to great lengths to take every inch of unspoiled land to build ‘neighborhood’ retail shopping and housing.  What’s so bad about purchasing resale homes and traveling 5 miles for groceries?  We even have powers to be in Columbia (2 hours away) granting excessive dock permits before local county approval of river front property development.  This situation stinks of foul play. When is the ‘greasing the palms’ going to stop?  

I had a dream last night.  I was in a strange town, very lost, and on foot.  I came upon this wonderful old tree that was growing between the sidewalk and street.  It’s gerth unbelievable for the space it was alloted.  The sidewalk side of the tree was decaying but still, somewhere deep inside, the tree had the strength to keep on.  I walked around to the street side of the tree and the bark was smooth.  I felt invited to hug this wonderful being.  As I did, the tree came alive and and wrapped two lower branches around me.  The trunk felt soft against my body – I was really wrapped up in it’s ‘body’ hug.  Wonderful!

I am my father’s daughter when it comes to dreams – he was noted for very creative dreams. Well, I say creative.  Rob, however, raises an eye brow.  My book of dream interpretations says dreaming of trees is a good omen.  I hope it means that I can somehow make a difference in protecting this fragile, one-of-a-kind area of the country.