for the last fortnight, the veil between the worlds is so thin, slipping in and out is as easy as breathing in and breathing out… i was not sure until we were on the road whether today’s journey would materialize… a journey through the mists, piercing the curtains to arrive in the land of the ancestors in the time before the falls disappeared under the river…
a day of shifting sands, wind rushing in, spirits whispering softly to enter in… we say yes to the full moon’s call to leap boldly into the great beyond and swim in the waters holding ancient memory and re-member what it is to truly be like the salmon of old – happy, huge and free…
traversing the narrows of the birth canal to be reborn in the ocean of radiance, is dancing in beauty on the rainbow trail, a shero journey an epic tale…