August 15, 2018
Ingredients: porch, hammock, sky, water, wolves
Shift: inward, aquatic
The rain comes again. It falls from torn wolves. With every beautiful extreme, a balance between knowing and forgetting is necessary. The dissolve of the epiphany allows us to surrender wholeheartedly upon its return. The wax and wane and us now moon birds…
”des milliers d'oiseaux de lune se posent sur la dune” -Le Sommeil, Barbara
