from the edge of the island..

so, i am back in the little town of totnes. my home. or the nearest thing i have to it. things here are much the same as always. somethings shift but still the same old.. home can hold you and home can make you feel more solid around the edges if you let it but sometimes you just need to burst your own bubble and go.

and something feels different, you're not pushing at your circumferences all the time to make sure they're still there, because you know in all certainty that they never really were. and that* certainty, is the only thing really worth holding on to. like a seed glowing inside you it shows the shadow puppets for what they are. and then you can enjoy the show.

today i walked along the beach at blackpool sands. i don't know why it's called that as it's not in blackpool and has never had sand, only pebbles. pebbles i have filled my pockets with since i was a child. this is a favorite place to go, in dreaming and waking and today watching the sky turn pink behind grey looming clouds i feel the two pressed right up against each other. i slip from one to the other as the tide drags at the shoreline.



love to you all, sweet dreams

anna
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