Wrote a song about the moment before you re-take possession of the body - when you wake - when you are nothing and how completely free that feels. Like death. The utter luminosity of being no thing, no where, entirely light and are with the nothing. Then the descent into density - the harbour of this soul in this life - this body of mass and feelings and strong tethering to the core of the earth - we are always gravitating down to the core - pulled into the dark, black centre. Martin Shaw talks of a black anything - black wood, block rock - as being place of life - of depth - of density - places to dig - places where magic has been and is made easier by the previous attention of beings. At once I understand black magic when it is involved in everyday magic - the way one can bend their ear to the stream - the whistle of the bird- the movement of trees. Paying attention to the animate matter is my kind of magic - and fire - and sex - potions made by my daughter and the rising, making, kneeding of bread - oh for bread that is not gluten free! The longing for freedom in this soul is brought home by long walks on the beach - being in the gay-full presence of my daughter and the utter humanity of sharing a meal with my love and my three children - when we are all given space to be our truest selves. Thank you for that darling - my children do feel at home with you - and it shows - the joy - the laughter - the stupidity - those are precious times and I bow to the wild child human in you that allows, nay gloats over this revelry. In the moment all is changed, transfixed. Just as I have never seen or heard my eldest in the light he took for himself last night, my joy in him despite or in spite of his hands cradling a glass of red wine. We are all delightful - showing ourselves off to each other - bettering each other whether by Badger or Onion - by Irish wristwatch or Swiss wristwatch - and finding in ourselves the countenance of human being not doing. For these moment I am free, sneezy faced dada, lover, beloved and all round free soul letting what is there always flourish and be for the asking and for the taking. xox.