Monday, February 03, 2003

Archer has thrown his sheets to the winds of Kali fully, leaving the world of addresses again, into the bush. And so now. Peace. Space. Quiet. Of the kind I only experience after the storm. The storm has it's own lessons. I've learned to be a little more thunder and lightning again myself. And to roll with the waves. The crashes and flashes. Enjoy both the gentle and piercing as the same element, in different forms. But now quiet. Space. Peace. The tension and release. Of bringing Kali into the home, learning her lessons, having her go. 1:40:20 AM