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.
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