Susan Seddon-Boulet \ At the beginning of time ...

These pictures as the door to the artist's world.
In the world of fairy tales, mysticism, mythology, shamanism and fantasy.
For me they come from the epics of the ancient Indians.
And most importantly! They can be read as a book!
On this occasion, I read the myths of the Indians.
Also has reflected, and has laughed.))
But I really liked one of the wisdoms. It's forever!
"The sun can shine to you, or it may not shine.
It all depends on whether you turn to him face. "

At the beginning of time the land was barren, and men did not grow a beard.
Only later did the trees begin to appear.
At the beginning of time, the foam was black.
At the beginning of time, there was no food, no medicine.
In the beginning of time people were with tails.

Listen to the way the trees sing - the wind plays softly on the needles of the pines, and the broad leaves of the plane trees repeat the song of the rain that sounded last night.
With a gentle ringing they are echoed by seeds in ripe fruits, sighs and creaks of tree trunks that have reached majestic maturity.
They talk to each other, remembering the countless storms and herbs of other centuries.
How many hundreds of times the foliage littered their feet and rumbled into oblivion with a rustle.
But they remember thousands of springs and know that the Earth's kindness is infinite ...