Twelfth Night

Twelfth Night

I realised early in the New Year that I was coming alive again, and with a bit of a roar. My first semi-lucid dream of 2022 involved a dark pupal form pulsating blackly, as if about to burst open or to split painfully. Nothing to do with too much Christmas turkey! I...

Letting Go

For some weeks now, I’ve felt like I’ve been holding onto a rock with waves breaking over me, not quite sure what to do next. This feeling relates to a holiday memory from when I was a young man: I had been on a long swim, the weather turned windy, and I ended up...