River of Dreams (In progress)
Belief and mystery. Gods and myths. The river gives life and takes it away. It brings pleasure, but it cannot be trusted. The river hides many secrets. It is a place to leave your pain; to ask questions without expecting answers. The river rises from the earth and gathers and swells until it is a silent monster carrying all our stories. Past, present and future.
Inside the Spring
It begins here
Inside the Spring
The river starts life as drops trapped in ancient limestone, like a sponge. The stone was laid down with the bones of giant carnivores long before man created the myth of Arethusa, the nymph who became a spring to escape a rampant God. Here, in a field, there is no spring, just dry rocks where it should be. Black trees and dandelions mark where the water has seeped before. You can easily divine it, but not see it. Or imagine the rumble far below of Jurassic beasts and rampant gods. About a mile further on the water will force its way to the surface, and the river’s story will begin again.
