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…
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
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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