My mask came off at 19. 40 years later I wear another mask. I’m still hiding but from a different sadness and I’m not the same.

The shadow of the street, of the theatre, of the football ground, of the night, has become darker. The spider I wanted to help away last week has become a friend. Her cobwebs more beautiful as each day ends, against my white cold walls. My dog is kept close, a reminder of life outside. But the walk is a lonelier walk. Our time is now mine and his.

My house is a cage and yet the air is as clear as the road outside is still. Is the world pausing and waiting or is there so much peace that war does not exist anymore but in my mind. Hey, joy…..

MESSAGE from the COUNCIL of 13 INDIGENOUS GRANDMOTHERS:

‘As you move through these changing times… be easy on yourself and be easy on one another. You are at the beginning of something new. You are learning a new way of being. You will find that you are working less in the yang modes that you are used to.

You will stop working so hard at getting from point A to point B the way you have in the past, but instead, you will spend more time experiencing yourself in the whole, and your place in it.

Instead of traveling to a goal out there, you will voyage deeper into yourself. Your mother’s grandmother knew how to do this. Your ancestors from long ago knew how to do this. They knew the power of the feminine principle… and because you carry their DNA in your body, this wisdom and this way of being is within you.

Call on it. Call it up. Invite your ancestors in. As the yang based habits and the decaying institutions on our planet begin to crumble, look up. A breeze is stirring

. Feel the sun on your wings.’