comment was made today, as it happens, that in my words, there is a quietly beautiful honesty.

brings to mind a line from one of my favourite movies “A Little Chaos” – Is it honest? Are you? ‘no, i have not been honest since i watched you in my garden. your heart beats fiercely, mine just ticks’

My heart just ticks. Am I honest? I think that I am me. Honest or not, me is all i am, and that’s all i ever will be.

My words come from a place not of my own devising, but a place deep within whose depths i have not as yet fully plumbed.

i have written about Dante and his circles in the past. I believe that Dante somehow has created in me levels that, perhaps, i am only allowed cursory glances into.

arrogant and quite possibly blasphemously incorrect as Dante was not a higher power, but the sentiment is there all the same. after all, didn’t he write ‘Divine Comedy’?

each of us, has levels that we never get to see, and mine, well, i think mine are deeper than i am permitted to attain.

people see things in me, that i don’t. for good or bad i would hazard a guess, but see them they do, and each time i am told of this, i smile, say thank you, and deflect to something else.

‘you are shit at taking compliments’ quoth the esteemed Helen Parr. so i am Helen, so i am.

at any rate, journey of discovery, self and otherwise, continues, and my path back to the wilderness perhaps closer than i previously thought, or comprehended.

until you grace me with your presence again,

as always, i wish that you are yours are safe, and not in any areas of conflict,

and, as always,

i bid you,

peace.