I exist with the skin of a wolf that weaves waves of intoxicating scents around my nest warm against my chest as I write write and write with flames as light I exist like a wolf haunted and delirious torn by barbed wire the small death, the furious fire I…

. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . what were thcse frames that ncw seize to unexist all thcse adventurcus names left hcmeless in a mist lcst letters in rain ycu granted me with immense…

. a distant memory of when there were scents of bloom frequencies of unfurling unknowing yearning sensing across hills and hollows our childhood corroded the mournful call of the house over glaciers of youth and whispers tears alloyed by the hands of time you see us in the archive footprints…

I fall from an ancient tower into soft mud nothing but fun pulled up by dinosaurs to burn in the eyes of a patient sun drink from oceans of past goodbyes a wonderful wedding where everyone else but me are dressed as god the wants and the wills endure the…

I may belong to just one word in a tenuous lullaby unsung by a silent bird my heart gropes for that single sigh in the swamps of lanterns lit the paths ahead bit by bit but never less grateful each day led tentatively I dream for absolutely nothing do I…

Integrating… embodying… Keeping a slow pace… Letting go of boundaries… Building my own cocoon so the darkness and the winter season can continue… Focus on touch, the sensations on my skin… A solar eclipse in my living room… Moments of silence at dinner Christmas eve… ❤❤❤

like a moth I waited   to remember my strength that balance between rest and resistance   remember my grey more water than brick unfolding   is brave but so is waiting

… Going Receiving Offering… Leaving. …8: (and welcoming whatever arises in our midst and our in-betweens)

Who am I, when I am arriving…? When I am arriving… I am open…        I am curious…        I am vulnerable… I am tired…         I am excited… I am me…

Life happened I dwelled into the streams of liminal space with the Sisters numbers of Air cycle I sensed like landed at home softly, my Poetic Self I recognised I could not leave, my body’s sadness guided me strongly to staying into infinity and, I was most utterly warmly welcomed…