Hill

Hill: Land rising, caught in the energy of transforming into a skull and never losing this state between worlds; in the sea, it is a holm (or helm; a helmet is a small holm) or island, floating on the waves like a drowned man or a troll frozen in the act of stepping into the world. These are old memories of a world in which the human body was the land walking through forces far greater than human ones but of the same kind: dwarf (from which comes “quartz”), elf (from which comes “alp”, both for their whiteness and for the propensity of elves to live with rock; likely Celtic), troll (from circular tracking of territory, like a bear or wolf, or “trolling” [tread + roll]) and so on. All are rock creatures, the ruins of an ancient world through which humans walk. It’s not the same from a car. When you move by foot they shift around you at the speed of your consciousness and as part of your bodily space.

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Commonage, Vernon, British Columbia, Looking to Silver Star Ski Resort (A Haunt of Elves for Sure!)

 

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