In my desire to reach Rainbow Beach, I seem to have departed on the journey a day early, this is probably why the portal led me to the place where I now find myself. I touch the ironwork on the wooden door trying to make sense of the fine and delicate inscriptions . They are a delight- beautiful, fine workmanship and yet there is a message here…
It seems to say “Seek Friend”. I trace the delicate trellising with my hand and slowly but surely the door opens- my heart skips a beat as i take in the vista beyond the door. Behold it is the murmuring wood at sunset. How can the murmuring wood be in this place? Gladly I enter the wood suddenly entertaining some hope of reaching Rainbow Beach.
I leave a gift for the muse- she, the one I hope will give me the creative urge to visualise my journey in textile. Alas there is no muse for Textile only Penelope forever constructing and deconstructing the robe. Perhaps it is necessary to find a 10th muse for are not the gods and godesses and man all clothed- who then created the fabric of their attire? How could Mnemosyne have forgotten a daughter to commit memory to cloth? Perhaps I can tempt her with cloth?
I plunged into the Murmuring Woodl, full of anticipation. I knew I was headed in the right direction when I could hear seagulls screeching.I hurried , the sun had set and yet there seemed to be lights and activity atRainbow Beach. I was exhausted after my journey and could find no sign of the other travellers.
