Lemurian City Vendors

Dolores May, affectionately known as Dame Washalot, regularly comes down from the Faraway Tree, gives up her usual washing routine and runs a ecclectic bath house in the City of Ladies. This is the first port of call on E's walking tour. E has this theory that folk need to be cleansed of all self doubt.

Rub a dub
three walkers in a tub
Dame Washalot ready to scrub

Dame Washalot is waiting, sleeved rolled up, bucket of water from the Blind Springs, ready to scrub away inhibitions and preconceived notions. Are you ready?

The sleepy basket girl
walks through the pink Lemurian mist
each early morning,
singing out, in a sweet alto voice,
"Dreams for sale!
Look in my basket,
full of pretty dreams!
Pick any one you like!
Only cost you a quick kindness,
don't cost nothin' to look!
Old dreams, new dreams,
anything you can dream of!
Anything can happen today
in the City of Ladies!
Come on, now, my dears,
you beautiful Lemurian dreamers,
Try one of my fresh dreams right now -
today could be amazing! (Stay tuned%u2026)"
And where she walks she leaves a magic trail
of pink and purple glittering pixie dust,
a few sand dollars, some pretty shells,
the heavy, sweet scent of longing
for what could have been,
and just a hint of what may yet be%u2026

by Kerry Vincent (c) 2008

It is the Lemurian Ferry Women who meet and take travellers to the mysterious Isle of Ancestors. These women are special women who have lived and known Lemuria and the spirits who inhabit it.