Wild Thing: a bit of dragonfly good luck + playing with my new doodle pad :).

Thinking about dragonfly encounters, cultivating story versus projecting, a generative start to spring, and reading poems of fantastical revolution.

It was nearly one in the morning CIT. I chugged a bottle of water and called my family, who was eating lunch, to let them know I’d safely arrived, then stripped my airplane clothes and seared my skin in the shower.

I was drowsy, stuffed with the series of vegan dinner rolls that were set before me in five hour intervals over the past 26 hours. I’d been l…