There is a point when the past can be relegated to a chest for safe keeping
where altars are built not to memory but to hopes
when reaction is replaced by rhythm and ephemera must takes its place away.
Space is cleared
intentions are defined
wishes are embodied.
I become the priestess of my own life
reaching deep to find the origin of my soul
in a place before my stories.
I reach in and take from it an single thought
this guides me as I create my space
a scene that lets me breathe
a vignette that I can return to to find myself and where I am going.