Beautifully written, atmospheric, ethereal. The artwork is stunning. I read in a review that “beauty is the balm we need to calm our troubled souls.” This book is a prefect example. I wholeheartedly recommend reading this absolutely stunning book.
Here are the quotes I loved
“When they spoke, the bear and the woman, it was often in questions. 'What are the shape of your dreams?' she asked him. 'What do you mean?' he replied. 'Many things in one question... what is the language of your dreams? and, when you dream, do you dream in words, images? and, when you dream, are your dreams colour, black and white, or colours only known to dreamers? are they visions, or something else?' He asked, 'something else?' 'Are they chemical, scent, touch? What shape do your dreams take? Do they have narrative, or are they abstract?' He closed his eyes, became lost in thought. For a while there was silence but for the sounds of birds, the soft breath of hares, a stir of winter leaves.”
“Do you dream when you are awake? do you imagine in words, in images? do you wander the pathways of what might have been, what might yet be and all that you might become? what is the shape of your imagination? are dreams important to you, part of the pattern of your soul?' 'Why do you wish to know?' he replied. For a long time she searched her heart for an answer. 'To better understand the geography of my heart' how it fits with the pattern of yours,' she said.”
“And, sometimes, such stories, dreams, can only be told in questions, can only be found in answers.”
“Rest now, in the peace of the wild things. May the swan be your pillow, may the gold owl bring you visions. May the red fox gift you cunning, and the wolf bring you courage. And may the white horse lend her strength to all your days.”
“She whispered into the ear of the dreaming bear. If I said that my love for you was like the spaces between the notes of a wren's song, would you understand? Would you perceive my love to be, therefore, hardly present, almost nothing?”
“Or would you feel how my love is wrapped around by the richest, the wildest song? And, if I said my love for you is like the time when the nightingale is absent from our twilight world, would you hear it as silence? Nothing? No love? Or as anticipation of that rich current of music, which fills heart, soul, body, mind.”
“And, if I said my love for you is like the hare's breath, would you feel it to be transient? So slight a thing? Or would you see it as life-giving? Wild? A thing that fills the blood, and sets the hare running.”