There is so much happening, so much to talk about – and yet I have nothing to say. Not because there are no words, ideas or thoughts abounding. It’s just so hard to explain what is going on. Everything is so fluid, shifting, diffuse, there and then not there again.
All that was important a few weeks ago suddenly feels far away, not quite real anymore. Being in this in-between-stage feels like I can’t yet talk about anything that is filling the inner spaces, just waiting to spill out.