Unknown, Still
just the hum of the space heater
and the ringing of tinnitus in my left ear
warm cup of tea in my hand
the Quiet
before I lay down my head
for the night
here in my little yellow bird house
with a black velvet sky
looming outside
on which the stars adorn it's plush fabric with the constellations
childhood awe alit within
knowing I may be a mere speck
of seemingly insignificance
under what hangs above
a simultaneous knowing
that the same resides in this
flesh and bone below
on this field called
Compostela
I have been distant from Medium of late, on a pilgrimage for maybe a year or two. The condensed version is that I bought a van, travelled around alone for 7 weeks after quitting my job. Ended up in an area I loved and eventually bought a field near the ocean. Bought a shed, insulated myself for my art studio whilst having a tiny home built. I did this in less than a year with several trips crossing two provinces to make it all happen. I’m in the tiny yellow bird house now settling in, nesting you could say. I may write more about this after my body and mind have rested.
There is somewhat of an unfolding story on my Instagram page, www.instagram.com/notafulldeck
if you should wish to know more.
