The old cardigan
This is the story of a journey that hasn’t ended. Not yet. I think I am right in the middle. When I started I thought it would be simple. It could have been, and yet… How to peel the skin and not see the flesh? How to not-know the bones are right underneath?
flowers and feathers
Such stochastic conversation.
I found them on my walk at the beach today.
I’m not quite sure what the words were made of...
What does my deeper self desire?
As I sat down in bed responding to two questions in my kernel journal
* What do I want?
* What does my deeper self desire?