16/02/2026
Last night marked a return
To the essence of being
Surrendering all expectation
To the spaces in between
Fallow was the voice
A gentle hum for mortal comfort.
That was all.
Souls drifted
As clear quartz called into the night
Gong held in reverence
Cradled by the gentle rain
A surrendering of what must be
To what is
Venue:
New bowls by .know.this.girl ππ€
Thank you to the beautiful souls who joined me last night.