i want to say what i cannot speak to the world that i inhabit as a physical being.

i want to use the connections between experience, feeling, thought, and inspiration to write into the energetics of soul craft.

and one of the ways i’ve been collecting words for those four avenues of information is to watch the movement inside me; i watch like a child with my dolls spread out over my quilt, as if mapping a gander of people. i anthropomorphize it from the jungle within.

the premise of shamanics that i absorbed while traveling South America for three years taught me how to gather states of being in a form that my human brain could narrate. this way makes it nearly possible to consider the unknown dynamics of a life and mold them into a story form akin to knowing.

recently my corporeal reality has shifted quite a lot and i am learning how to observe its language, a kind of phenomenological alphabet of those four components.

the result is a sham. as i get further along year by year, decade by decade i am clearer that i am not the author.

a. h.