The Turning of the Tale

There is an energy that lives in you and beyond your extremities. It is a reverberation of your soul.

There is a path we can traverse to find a symbiotic unravelling of this Unseen World. Let us take a leap off the diving board and plunge into the pool of myth and mystics, of shadow forms and delays. This is a call to ignite creative juices while witnessing the universal blocks that shape us all. We seek harmony and yet there is a resistance. I see a bridge. It lives between the sweet and destructive, the invigorating and the harrowing and it allows form exist within the formless.

This bridge was shown to me years ago and I leapt upon it. It enhanced a pace in my spirit and creativity was unleashed. It propelled me to the other side of the world. In the UpsideDown Land I became quieter. I felt at times I was diminishing. Now I see how there was a re-learning of my own navigational tools. I had to heal certain parts of me. I needed to reveal certain aspects. They came to me through an injury, a heartbreak, and an inevitable twisting of the lens. The bridge had been abandoned. I felt it had left me as I was facing those dark nights though there were many summery days. The bridge is not a place, or time. If you care to continue you will take part in this living myth. What you’re sensing now — that nervousness — is sacred. It’s the same flutter we feel before meeting an old love we never stopped dreaming of.

The form they took to prepare me for my trek to this otherworld was through writing The Notions. It is 12 years on and just as 9 (2025) is a sacred number, this container speaks of cycles and nods towards a sense of completion. The Notions were giddy when I first met them, they have been patient while humming in the dark. Now they are sitting on my shoulders and waking me in the wee hours to remind me - to listen to the whispers. I am lit by pixels and pixies and bound forward to conjure and weave as I meet them again. Let us ready our senses as we follow these breadcrumbs. This tale dons its quill-tip and soars like an creative arrow. I surrender to its magnetic pull and invite you to leap with me upon this voyage. This is a sanctuary where characters become crystalline and concepts expand through enhanced wonder.