|All this time,
||[May. 28th, 2016|08:40 pm]
There is one simple thing wrong with you – you think you have plenty of time, ---- Don Juan to Carlos Castaneda,
Four months ago, staring at my feet in Curitiba, Brazil. It was a few hours after it happened, I’d never had a gun pointed at my head before, and still haven’t. They kept them hidden. I was thinking - is this where I should be going, what I should be confronting?
I have been destroying buildings of waste hidden out in my heart ever since. There is still much work to be done. I don’t know where all this is going, but I am sitting with a candle through the long Peruvian nights, urging up strength, finding stories, searching out shamans (slowly), and sometimes examining my toes. How far they have come, how far all our toes have come.
Stories can be found here,