As I pick up a pen to write, my arm and hand start to vibrate and pulse with energy. That’s never happened before. I wonder what’s going to move through me, then the word “slipstream” flows in. I pause for a moment to watch a flock of seagulls...
I am looking out my living room window. I take in the expansive view of the surrounding valley. All the trees are bare, standing like silent sentinels with such beauty & effortlessness – strong and rooted – never wanting to be anywhere else. There are...
