The isle embraced autumn today
storm and floods on the motorway
on my way back to Canterbury my visions were calling me to sleep. I resisted and did not give myself a break even when I came back home (although I had a great vegetable curry in a hotel restaurant). And even now I feel like I am not fully packed yet.
Strangely moving does not seriously excite me (doesn’t stress me either though)….sleep can only get better – without ear plugs.
My dreams focus on another mystery…
”Some centuries ago they would have said I am a witch, in future I am simply a whore.”