At the jetty, an arrival party of strangers who would eventually become my brothers and sisters, greeted me with aplomb. A flurry of unfamiliar names washed over me and I struggled to make any connection between names and faces in the dark.
I had a dream last night that an enormous tidal wave was coming, it was a mile high. You could see it coming from miles away. I was with Nikki (sister) and Joe (her husband). We hid in the house which seemed to be Mountfields Drive (where I grew up) as it approached. I was absolutely certain I would die and just felt acceptance about it.
This move is going to shake my world again. It’s scary but I have learned that if it’s scary for the right reasons it will be exactly what I need. Alongside this faith in the process of growth, the circumstances from which this new future grew were too synchronistic to ignore.
“Why do you want to shut out of your life any uneasiness, any misery, any depression, since after all you…
Closing my eyes and allowing my hand to draw of its own accord, I would run the pen around the page. Afterwards I would study the shape I had created and try to think of ways I could characterise it somehow.