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 allowed a creative journey to be unleashed. It propelled me to the other side of the world. However, in the UpsideDown Land I became quieter. I felt at times I was diminishing as sense of purpose was loose and difficult to retain. I learned to listen and expose parts that were ready to be healed. How? Through creating my own navigational tools I learned to invite and reclaim vulnerable aspects. These 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. It is my antidote to separation of spirit and it is where I engage with a living myth. I am writing this story as a playful and sacred agreement. This story is one of survival, of discursions with consciousness and exploring tangled paths that show us the Great Weaving. This creative engagement ignites deep emotions, explores concepts and contradictions and has allowed me more space and consideration for shiniest parts of us to rise.
This journey took form as my trek to this otherworld through writing a short story of 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.