Tis a peculiar place, that where memories reside. Peculiar still that they call it a ‘bank’ when it’s really nothing of the sort. In a bank assets are stored. Neatly. Sequentially. With order and reason. One may consciously choose to select a memory at any given time, to access that data, analyse it, delete … Continue reading If Memories Lived in a Bank…
Much of this world exists to me as white noise; Static energy. Interference from the masses. White noise. An all too apt name for this game. Just the relentless and infinite popping and crackling of darkness and light. Relentless and infinite and loud. Because it is loud, in all its varying shades of human grey. … Continue reading White Noise
In this life time, we hold mirrors up for each other. Each and every one of us. In each and every encounter. An exchange of energy, yes, but also a valuable chance to really see 👀 ourselves. Through the eyes of another. How you feel about me. . . The thoughts that arise, the judgements … Continue reading Mirrors
Yesterdays New Moon and all this Piscean energy. Oh my. I've barely slept in days. I always think I'll fair well with Pisces, my sun sign, especially with Neptune at home. Alas this has been deep! Even for me. In my old life, I might have wallowed for a few days with this kinda energy. … Continue reading Deep Diving & Piscean Healing
She. The bearer of all of life. World's encompassed by womb. Cycle aligned with the moon. Her cloak heavy, of worries and woes. Yours as well as her own. She wears it for a life time. An accessory to the double x chromosome. She. Strong as an ox. Infused with the spirit of those that … Continue reading She.
February 23rd 1984. The sun in motion at 4° in the constellation of Pisces. Water energy. That's what I'm working with here. Large eyes from which oceans may tumble and truths may be seen in technicolour. Legs more like fins. A little unstable on dry land, but gracefully treading the waters below surface. We like … Continue reading Sensitivity is not a Weakness.
A twisting turning, (occasionally) turbulent journey, one may suddenly find oneself embarking on; whereby a soul with unknown intent or forces incarnates into a tiny body, that we carry for a period of 9 months, (and worry about for the rest of our lives.) And though it is often the fathers, whom are invited to … Continue reading Motherhood:
Fuerteventura! Ancient Isle of good fortune. And fierce winds. Fitting that this is where I find myself. Christmas Day 2017. Small piece of volcanic rock preventing the pages of this book from fluttering hysterically. Beating sun, whipping wind competing for my body temperature. Fitting, but of course, no accident. She sent for me. … Continue reading Just Stand Still
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