You’ve travelled the world and you’ve observed.
You’ve touched and observed. You’ve reflected and experienced.
Now return home, to the mill, and show me what you have learnt.
THE EARTH SPEAKS
You are submerged in an ocean. A golden sea stretches as far as the eye can see. The ears tilt like waves. Wheat is the salt of life.
THE JOURNEY OF WATER
The structure of your dream is fragile and eternal, yielding and distinct, lingering and fleeting. As much as that which feeds it; veins of water making their way from afar.
THE WHEEL OF FIRE
You have watched it dancing and well you know its spell. You like it because the flame is seductive. A trail of fire giving you heat, it reminds you of the ear of wheat and you recognize it in these suns brought into being.
THE SLOW LIFE
These hands are powerful. They have learnt to tame the elements. Earth, water, fire. But they are also wise enough to know when to be still, to play with time. To make of patience a virtue.