27 April ’02
I awoke today kissed by clarity – and more rested and alive for the first time since my accident/fall.
There is the now familiar sense of a tightness like an elastic band stretching around my head – along with the sensation that my eye sockets are a portal to scintillating labyrinths and secrets barely kept.
The detailed drawings of an artist named King Thackston (especially : The Destruction Of Sleeping Beauty’s Castle), and gentle playfulness, generosity – shared with a dear friend – plus 10 hours of sleep – equal healing significantly encouraged.
One day at a time.