Dreaming of Skulls

I dreamt of Skulls last night... I was in a wonderful store, in N.GA., up in the most beautiful forests... streams, boulders, evergreens, oaks... the smells of the woods... and here was this little store... I enter, and its filled to the brim with all sorts of interesting artwork, jewerly, candle-holders.... I was surrounded by images of the Ancestors. I was vibrating, electric, excited.... I was picking out a candle holder for Eolas even -- made of flourite I think. My favorite ones were about the size of a softball, wooden, hand-carved... they were red wood of some kind, or stained I suppose... inlayed with designs. Some had Celtic-knotwork of spirals, another of mistletoe, another one of stones.

I awake this morning with Them on my mind.... stirring in my Heart. The Ancestors. A driving force in my Life. My center. I contemplate Them.