In case it has escaped your attention darklings, things have gotten realer than real. They have in fact become mythological. As we bear witness to the fall of the old world and it unwillingly gives way to the new age birthing through the Aquarian portal, we all swim in brackish waters. Between life and death, creation and destruction, joy and despair, the thread of story pulls taut.

Today without leaving my bed I make my pilgrimage to the darkest corner of the forest. The shadow of black granite rises to pierce the rumbling sky. I do not let the chill in my bones slow my determined progress. I drag the ache in my heart behind me as I place my well worn doll into the empty chamber for safekeeping.