reflection
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There was a time when I breathed in colours like air. Art was not a hobby. It was a heartbeat.A language the world could not decipher, but my soul spoke fluently. And yet, the voices came. Sharp as chalk on slate. Teachers with their red pens and cold smiles.“This is not enough.” “This is not…
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At Island games in Orkney 2025! After years — maybe decades — of surviving life through masking and disconnection, I find myself learning how to feel again. Not in the abstract emotional sense, but physically, viscerally. My nervous system is no longer numbed. It’s awake now. Sometimes too awake. The other day, after an appointment,…
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Truthful, with my pen as guide! A full-hearted, soul-sent storm chaser, crashing through this world with poetry in my veins and vulnerability as my sword. I don’t come gently. I come with the trinity of myth. I come with longing. I come with the kind of truth that makes people look away, “who knows, they…
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The wind here doesn’t ask for permission.It simply arrives fast, forceful, unrelenting, carving through stone and skin alike. When I first came to Orkney, I thought the silence would heal me. I imagined the cliffs would hold me; the tides would teach me to breathe again. And in some ways, they have. But healing isn’t…
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As we collectively have fallen into the Dark Night Of The Soul, “a spiritual, mental, emotion crisis in the journey of the meaning of life or union with god.” Sensing mother’s womb cry for salvation, still in human slumber, pages in a chivalrous story, neglecting our shadow side (our ego, that part of us that…
Notes from a Time Traveller by Elke Stevens 