writing
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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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It’s been six weeks now that I’m back on the Orkney Islands, and I feel the troubled waters of settling in all over again. I’ve had some wins but also a few losses that ripple quietly as if the peace I brought with me was only a tentative guest slipping away too soon. I tell myself…
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Just a few days ago, I set foot again on the Orkney Islands, and this time, something feels different. There’s a lightness in simply going with the flow, a new rhythm that I’ve come to trust as I learn to live with this new version of myself, the one who smiles again, who dances quietly…
Notes from a Time Traveller by Elke Stevens 