I’m admiring a group of bonsai that have been grown with magic, so of course they have their own magic as a result.
I wonder how I can learn to grow them.
They’re so beautiful, but I’m daunted by the thought.
Shouldn’t I stick to orchids?
I found the magical trees of my dream way out on the east side of Tokyo. Shunkaen had sat on my list of places to visit, and when I finally made the trek out to see it, it certainly did not disappoint. Nestled in an unassuming residential neighborhood, far from a train station, I discovered a tiny wonderland filled with priceless, ancient works of living art. Thousand year old trees that took your breath away, rows and rows of perfectly imperfect beings beyond comprehension. What a treat to watch the workers carefully clipping away, to marvel at the largest koi I’ve ever seen, to share a humble handmade lunch with the staff.
We wound our way through the stands of trees, through empty tatami rooms, feeling a bit like we were wandering around someone’s house, which we were. “See you next time” the energetic ojisan called to us as we bowed and traipsed back out into the street, head and heart rustling and creaking with the energy only trees can give you. Magical trees indeed.
Irene dress and pants / Celine shoes
This dream was inspired by The Witness, one of my favorite games ever. Now, everywhere I go, in my dreams and in waking life, I see puzzles. Somehow the whole world has turned into a puzzle. You might find some puzzles in these images if you play the game.
I’m at a dusty desert cliff house that’s being renovated. Climb up the gently sloping roof and on top there’s a pool and a hot tub surrounded with giant cacti and succulents. The concrete panels, cut through with circular holes, are warm in the sun.
taken at Arcosanti, AZ
We’re exploring a secret part of the map, looking for a very specific place. It’s a church, or is it a castle, or something else? I can’t exactly describe what we’re looking for, but we’ll know it when we’ve found it. And after looking for a while, we do find it.
I’m wandering some grey stone ruins, winding up and down stairs, admiring the light glancing through gaps in the stone. I notice delicate geometric patterns painted in gold glinting here and there.
My dream was clearly inspired in part by the grey cement of Arcosanti, warped to be reminiscent of one of my favorite architects, Carlo Scarpa. Though I’ve never seen his work in person, I know I’ll find a way to some day.
photos by uknown, Laurent Millier, D. Teil