I am a traveller without a destination. I do not choose destinations. They present themselves to me. I am grateful to have arrived at Sisters Hope Home, a destination I could never have imagined, knowing in advance that I would never want to miss. As each destination carries the promise of the next, I wonder which one will come to me now.
It closes behind me, yet the hum of sound still penetrates the walls of the Sun, though it quickly fades as I slowly move away. I have spent a turbulent time in parallel. In poesis, sympoesis, together-poetry. In (non)sense-making, sensing, sensuality and sensitivity. And I treasure the memories. Of the…
dissolving evolvingThe doors of perception infinite steps I have three homesIn a dynamic life circet The homes inside, with a garden and a view. The home inside. The homes inside.OutsideInsideOutside Going homeWith gratitude We Inhabit Mountains