On the day between the dead and the living, returning again to the beginner’s mind of creation. On the day between the dead and the living, the spirit of The Green Monk has returned to me. There are so many countries floating through me. The country of childhood is one of them. That feeling of expansive possibilities. On the day between the dead and the living, remixing the past inside the present. Leonora Carrington and Cold Mountain. My painterly eye has returned to me. In the cutthroat night of capitalism, little journeys on the passion horse. Part of the process has been getting out of my own way. If you’re nothing doing what you do all things will be governed well. Strengthen bones and weaken ambition. There are so many words of wisdom. Language is the original cannibalism.
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