co-designing health together

“Take my hand,” he whispered. Where are we going? “Shhhh. Close your eyes and trust the to where.” I looked at him with desire, a desire that wells up inside, and a bit of it spills over, out of the eyes, into a cup of tea filling the ocean fully. It was a desire to listen to the quiet whispers. A desire to be guided, to fully commit myself to the journey that was, at that moment, unseen. I looked ahead. The air was painted with a foggy transparent veil. I did not know if the

I watched her spin and spin and spin. A dance dangling in the air, never tangled, never knotted, only a graceful movement back and forth, back and forth. What kind of sticky did she use? What was her way of sensing tension? Did she picture the web in her mind? Or let the design unfold? Maybe a bit of both. I was amazed as I watched her work, as I watched her create. The strings felt like they carried communication – as vibration traveled up and down the threads. Did she hear

All its wild colors stunned me that night, Or maybe it was a night in the future, I anticipated – The colors splattered on the sky as the stars began to undress for the night. That night, if it was the colors – the hues that glistened with magic, or the rocky path ahead, I decided to verve to the left. I had always gone right and right and right. I wanted someday, one day, to go wrong. Down the wrong path, that led me straight into my love song. I often heard it as the cricke