I am learning about this concept of Aboriginal Dreamtime and after so many hours at 28,000 feet above the earth, here I am in my own. I blame it all on the final day in Sydney when I looked into the eyes of these amazing creatures, saw the Hobbit film and began to recite the WB Yeats poem The Lake Isle of Inisfree in my sleep.
“I will arise and go now and go to Inisfree and a small cabin build there of clay and wattles made…..”
This is usually a signal that it’s time to go home. I learned it as a very young girl, the one poem that has stuck and it comes to me at these times. Combine this with my over active imagination, the strangeness and magic of long distance flying and Dreamtime overtakes reality.
To add to it I saw Eddie Izzard in Dublin on my way home. I mention this because of course if you want surreal hysterical comedy, he is the man, and Dreamtime would be his usual abode. So somehow I found myself merging it all together with my jetlag and experiencing such discombobulation that I simply can’t tell which way is up, who’s who, or what’s what…….
I’m not at all sure how long I will remain in Dreamtime, for a while at least! Meanwhile normal service should resume one of these days…..
PS I usually resist making clickable links but wowsers the Dreamtime has me confused and while my brain was busy writing my hands went and made those links in a flash! If you ever struggle with computers the Eddie link is really funny……