step. step. swing. swing. pause. step. step. swing. swing. pause. step. step. swing….it is a rhythm. Like a pendulum swings, my arms are synchronized with my swinging legs. The rhythm follows a feeling in my beating heart. The beat, the step, the swing, the pause all-encompasing for the body, but the mind is free. Wandering around curcuitously engaging in unusual philosophies and pushing the depths of my membrane’s folds, in order to experience new realities. The pause is necessary for my entire system to reevaluate its bearings and their relation to the outside world. It is my rhythm.
One fortuitous sun-up in May, I awoke midday. I wandered through a park... until it was dark. Passed by this fellow named Pete, it was fate that we should meet. I'm a writer with a voice, we all have that choice.... Shifting Circles allows us all to share... for mother earth, everyone should care. I have a story, long and deep, but it is the future we need to reap.