Island dreams

So much of what we learn about ourselves comes from other people – and they have only the vaguest notions of who we are yet have a stake in owning their interpretation of us. Whoever said that ‘no man is an island’ was wrong. We’re all islands – with rocky shores, dark forested interiors, and wild tribes with wild rites. How could anyone sailing along that coast and merely looking have any understanding? How wonderfully joyous to realize that and set out to explore the rocky coast for myself – to own this space of my life and feel its shape for myself. No interpretations from outside needed.

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