“I’m only human,” I apologised, “I don’t understand what you’re showing me.” Music as mycelium – moving through me, around…


So I went to walk the dog and practised being present. I managed to quiet all the many, constantly competing…


despite all my earlier butterfly dreams, I became nothing more than a tired grey caterpillar

Note to self

As soon as I’ve got the energy, I’m going to jump up and run straight into the wall.