Following the Stream (automatic writing)

02 October 2017 12:00 AM

What I see is a stream, pebbles by the stream, leaves and shadows, the water flowing, is it hot here, I don't know, the light is almost blinding right above the edge of the trees, acme, where is my heart, I don't know, sit down on the shore, and cross your legs, breathe deep, slow, and listen to the water as it moves across the stones, I'm in that house again, good, I wanted to be there, my shoes are heavy like boots, there is a polish to the wooden floor, open the door to the bedroom, the window is six sided, I see a gauze over the bedpost, is that one of those canopies, it is, is there someone lying in the bed, a woman in a nurse's outfit is moving near the bed, I think she is giving the person lying there medicine, funny the word in my mind is camphor, I'll have to look that up, the window is open slightly, the doctor said some air would do the child good, there's a rocking horse in the corner, I see light, but also a dust rising, okay this room is not fixed in time, the dust would be there, if this room was not occupied, but if there is a child here, and she is being tended, I wonder if Ida ever lost a child, I'll have to ask my siblings, she probably did, maybe she was sickly, I don't know, there is a chandelier, and I see a throw rug, next to the banister, the steps are winding down, the children have to be careful in their play time, they are not the only residences here, there snow on the ground outside, do I see a pond in the near distance, people ice skating, and a sleigh being driven by horses, oh better get those boots out...