When love is born again, protect that little new life in you. When shit starts to unify, freeze, hold on tight and build a fence to keep out the nibbling hordes. Learn how to protect what is precious. Look to the Earth. Her story reminds you… Creativity is life finding a way, adapting in relationship…

Does being what we are not give life, or does it take life and who decides for us? Is it chaos, insanity, entropy or creativity? Or Life generating – trying on skins – other consciousnesses. Does it leave us confused or fascinated, afraid or courageously curious? Does your imagination frighten you? Does mine? Each strange…

My aloneness twists in on itself, coiling and compounding, when I forget to look for myself everywhere. In everything. In the grass and the sky, in the perked up ears of the unafraid deer, and in the eyes of the guy telling me about the yellow throated birds that have been about lately. In the…