Dispatches from the Wild Interior: October 1, 2020

Dispatch from the Wild Interior: Knight of Coins: You’ve been in the forest so long it’s hard to imagine being anywhere else. In many ways, you are the forest. Its dim your dim, your long body extending into its long body, green into green. But now you’ve put your hand out past the boundary, into a different wild. The light pierces and knights you, through the forehead, on the shoulder. You are bolder in this pause than you ever were in action. If the coin is a seed, its blooming is your next move. The mountains in the foggy distance have their own names which are not the ones we gave them. You are invited to pull up roots and move with a new rhythm. The coin a small sun, a star as all suns are, in your hand. Ready for relese, ready to rise.