What if you were a landscape?

What if you were a landscape?

A place. To your left, the archipelago of all your hopes and dreams. Somewhere over there is the swamp of small despairs; looming in the distance, the volcano of rages.

There'd be a village where all the parts of you might gather by the well at the end of the day, trading stories.

Perhaps a room of deep thinking, with a chair by the window with a view of the sky. Beyond that, the observatory where ideas like to gather and play. A garden of quiet delight kept safe by a grey stone wall covered in roses.

The wilds are out beyond the wall, anything could happen there. Sometimes if you roam there, you'll meet parts of yourself who have been gone a long time. Light a fire, sit, offer to share a meal, ask to hear their stories.

Just as you're falling asleep, perhaps you'll find the deep, dark woods. The witch's house, the fairy glen, the golden city, the standing stone.

Beyond the wilds and the woods - well. Oceans and deeps and lands undiscovered. There be dragons.

What if you were a landscape? Could you draw a map of yourself?

How does it feel to be a place, deep and wide, full of weather and tides?