Somewhere between waking and sleeping, on our journey towards the unfathomable deep,
there comes a thin moment where we have one foot in the waking world,
and the other is in that other world where we relinquish conscious control,
pausing here and straddled between two planets that drive one another like gears,
the attempt of travel will notice a narrow door, only wide enough to cycle through.
This is the border of sleep, where imagination and reality are braided together,
a chasm in the crust of consciousness,
venting the hot pumice of imagery into the irresistible magma of narrative.
Welcome to episode 61 of Stories from the Borders of Sleep,
a podcast of curious tales created and voiced by your host Seymour Jacklin.
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The Tree Who Walked by Seymour Jacklin In some parts of Britain,
and I could mention particular secluded lands in Scotland,
there are still groves of ancient yew trees that have been in conference together for centuries,
growing with an unhurried assurance, giving precedence to the holy work of enduring.