Whispers from inner and outer landscapes, weaving new stories around our place in the world.

There is a place.

It’s somewhere West where the sun rises and sets on the sea and the light is always changing.

Where the mountains dissolve into the water creating the ever-changing shore.

Where hopes and dreams merge with the land.

Where the tides reveal the whispers of those that came before.

And where the wind leads us into the future.

It could be the place where Lilith was chased when she left Eden.

So here we congregate.

Come, shed your burdens at the wrack zone.

Here we find peace.

Here, in this moment,

Here we create our own Eden.

I pick up fragments of wherever I go.

They become part of me.

I become part of them.

"Are you ready?" They say.

"I've been expecting you." I reply.

"You've always been there. I've seen you.

"And when I haven't seen you, I've felt you.

"Circling above me.

"Waiting to pick my bones."

"Yes." They say.

"We've always been there.

"Circling above you.

"Waiting to pick your bones.

"And now it's time.

"It's time to go home."