Once more I find, in what had felt separate, yet is part of this time, I am gently cradling envisioning again. Offered the capacity to spread wings in a return to freedoms, folk and nature, I hold dear. Grieving the loss of some. Life created a journey, aside from November's exhibition at The Emporium. Not to be, this time round....
It was an adventure 'tis true....
Yes, through the portal, a vortex of being unwell......
I could say nought, allow the above Phoenix like image to speak alone. Yet that would silence the realities of those of us who have, and continue to, work with some of the challenges of the mind, heart and soul. Sharing only it's creativity. For the two are contained within, and with out. The transmutation into the bird like rebirth and flight, which can occur as we heal n mend.....
May it be so for all......