searching rest in movement, I waste myself, afloat.
carrying and being carried. . forceful, yielding. .
a soluble state of being. .
availability of moving and being moved. .
letting go . carried away.
bent by what escapes me. . .
inhabiting contradictory forces, I find myself in between.
WHAT ARE HOLDING YOU BACK? WHY ARE YOU HOLDING BACK? ARE YOU HOLDING YOURSELF BACK? WHY? WHAT DO YOU WANT? WHAT DO YOU REALLY REALLY WANT? WHAT DO YOU REALLY REALLY WANT – IN LIFE? WHY? WHAT ARE TAMING YOU? WHO ARE TAMING YOU? DO YOU WANT TO BE UNTAMED?…
I’m traveling today. Shaded by Gorm’s old hat, I’ve traversed through wind & water to reach Sisters Hope Home. My period arrived as soon as my feet left land. My mind lingers, perhaps lost back at sea. The cycle begins on my first day in Sisters Hope Home. Hope and…