Voices Through the Whirlwind
Just when I had loads and loads to blog about, I got knocked down by oak pollen. I just knew those trees were hostile. There is too far too much to tell, so here’s just a very quick summary. Equinox Weekend – Inconsolably depressed, and for no good, acceptable (rational) reason. Spiraling outside my will. Surrounded by a wall. Falling down a well. But then… the thunder quieted a little and – between the soundcracks of the whirlwind – I…