Sunday, 9 November 2008


Time to go deep underground and attend to what needs to be done. Time for sleep. Time to grow, time to start again. Time to dream. Time to look at the dark and see what is really there. Stories, fear, love. Unravel and begin fresh. Mulch. Death and decay. Regeneration. Grey matter. Fog, mist, rain, cold. Berries and mud. Compost will fertilise what becomes. Weaving anew. But not yet.

1 comment:

  1. Sleep is done! You entered the story at the end of the current be continued :)