I make the dash out of everyday reality, away from home.

A trip out of town and a whirl of traffic and frantic activity to reach escape velocity. But now I'm down at Wolfgangs palace with the sound of flutes and voices in the dark, the smell of cow dung and damp earth and the bright sky of a full moon.
I do love this place. It has an enchantment about it that makes time swirl in curious paths. Much like the buildings. And the people. There are few straight lines here, and those that do exist serve to support those lines that are not.
Many strange and wonderful and occasionally painful memories lay scattered about, letting them flow through and letting them go is a part of the adventure though. It's part of my work of now transforming small scattered hidden emotions and memories from lead into gold.
-- Post From My iPhone