A discombobulating kind of week; an unveiling, to pull the top of off something= Apocalypse; sitting side by side with this unknown blessing before this “slammed door of shattered hope” facing the direction of light with the help of the image provided, an apt image of the on fire forest ‘of my privatized worlds; I sit, sit, sit…..each consenting c.p. time, I sit, I sit….till… receiving is happening, KLINGING FREE kind of receiving…… just enough light to my next sit…..
