*Rhizome stands again in the approximate middle of the sacred island at Corax Lake. As the rain begins to fall and moisten the ground around him, his feet seem to sink into the earth and his whole body and personae seem to merge with the surroundings. He speaks a few words slowly and softly, sounding more like they were created in concert between the wind, rain, birds, rustling grasses, creeking trees than from his mouth.*
I've enjoyed meeting people here in the past. I think the time is right to do so again. Some company, conversation and connection will be welcomed and hopefully productive.
*With a deep meditative breath his handsreache up towards the rays of the sun beaming through the branches in the grove around him. As he does so green shoots stretch out beyond his limits. They continue to grow skyward, sprouting leaves and donning bark. Slowly the transformation overtakes his whole body, and as a tree he stands firmly in the middle of the sacred grove, branches entwined with those around him.*
*In moments, birds and forest creatures scatter to the edges of their territories, communicating the message beyond that Rhizome has rooted himself to solicit questions, discussions and companionship. The message is carried from creature to ranger to all manner of being. Eventually it reaches your ears.*