Paint Pots

Sometimes I get scared. The past week or so I’ve been hearing a little “something”. A tiny voice, a quiet suggestion. I flicked it away from me like an elephant flicking away a mosquito with its tail. But it would return again, and then again. As I drove home today, I remembered that Thing. AsContinue reading “Paint Pots”

Integrating the Shadow

I used to be afraid of my short comings. I didn’t know I was afraid of them. I had an elaborate system of hiding them from myself: they’re “no big deal”. Just don’t look over there (where they are) and all will be well. Until a time came when I had to look, I wantedContinue reading “Integrating the Shadow”