All people are children when they sleep

All people are children when they sleep.
there’s no war in them then.
They open their hands and breathe
in that quiet rhythm heaven has given them…
If only we could speak to one another then
when our hearts are half-open flowers.
Words like golden bees would drift in.

— God, teach me the language of sleep.
Rolf Jacobsen

Text and image source: Jana Eid

#Omens&Symbols . . . Otters and shamans

“Otters live between land and water, just as a shaman lives between the human world and that of the spirits…”

“Rimaq,” watercolor by Natasa Ilincic, “Compendium of Witches,” 2019.
Text and image source: Edmund Dulac on Facebook