My heart is awash in billows of gratitude. Finally, after so many years of my ‘gypsy life’, movement hither, thither and yon back to Destiny’s Consent.
I am once again at work birthing the sequel.
This is Laura Shepard Townsend’s space in the jungle. It is my room. It is my writing room.
Everything is here…my books, my notes….my boxes and boxes of 3X5 cards. They sit on the floor beside me awaiting the creation of scenes. Who is Angelica Grastende in 1926? She is a flyer…yes!!
It is here that I live within my story: the next part of the dream I dreamt so many many years ago. I now live among the Mysteries. I summon the Muses for assistance.
I look to the walls; Pat and my Mother smile inspirations upon me. Delores Hanney is there in a review published in The Venice Beachhead.
The desk at which I sit is a Chinese altar bearing talismans for lyrical clarity: a quill pen carved with mythical symbols leaning amidst crystals; an antique brass ruler engraved with dragons; a pen studded with jewels; amulet stones gathered from many places. Beside me is a lacquered screen with carved gemstones in the shapes of flowers……mmmm….all of my treasures.
A pig with wings…’when pigs fly’ and I am at work. I am doing my work, with the gift I was given upon arrival here. It is my dharma. It is my quest.
This is what I believe and what I know.