July 1, 2015

I’m swallowing my sadness and it feels like I’m swallowing you.

Heavy and cold it slips down my throat, and for some reason I can’t. Stop. Drinking.

Is it nourishing, this lump?

Is it weighty because it’s full of desire and unsaid saids?

Is it my path-to-salvation-my-guidi...

July 1, 2013

James Hillman’s words have permeated my dreams. As I reflect on my dreams and the image-scape of my sub-conscious mind, I am recurringly driving down a road along the California coast in awe of the majesty of the rocky cliffs falling into the sea. The overwhelming gran...

December 1, 2012

I feel like I’m living in a tornado. Cars and animals and people’s personal belongings keep whizzing by my head, and there is always a house that has just landed on someone who has very pretty shoes. In a sense, it feels as though my life has been turned upside-down. S...

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