Himalaya: Listen. Learn. Grow.
20.09.2020 The book in front of me. Forming in front of me, by me, and through me. I would be doing something, anything, and then I'd feel drawn in, I'd feel an urge. A longing for the story. I let go, I hold on to the pencil, and find myself writing away. Carving, forming, unfolding. All I have to do is let it come through, without so much obstruction. But an eye for construction. As it all comes through. This is me, on creation.