
Stepping Over The Edge: Bone Journey
January 23, 2010I knew this bone was held by the ancient people that fed on the animal it came from. Holding something stone that was once living opens a world of possibilities.
I knew this bone was held by the ancient people that fed on the animal it came from. Holding something stone that was once living opens a world of possibilities.
Last night I was surrounded by at least a dozen spirits, they were tossing me around like laundry in a dryer.
During our brief friendship Ernesto took me under his wing, trying to help me to understand what I’d been going through.
I keep backing away from my keyboard, finding excuses to be distracted. Its been far more difficult writing about this part of my past than I thought it would be.