Personal reflections and seasonal thoughts. These entries trace mood, memory and creative undercurrents as they surface, shift and settle.
It was March 2015.Before diagnosis, but not before symptoms. I was staying with my parents, sleeping in my old bedroom. The steroids had left me wired. I couldn’t rest. I lay awake with my feet pressed against the adjoining wall. Terraced houses carry sound. I knew that. I’d grown up listening to life on the … Continue reading The Night the Wall had a Heartbeat…
I’ve never been certain how many ravens belong in a story, yet it’s their collective noun. One is an omen. Two imply witness. Three begin to feel deliberate. Anything more and the counting really starts to matter. Ravens carry weight because they observe. They remember. They gather at the edges of things and wait to … Continue reading How Many Ravens Are in a Storytelling..?
R. H. DIXON 