Two years ago today I wrote:

Had a dream I was in the wilderness, cut down the middle with an ice-river, searching for my lost tribe. Found trinkets in the water left like clues. Knelt down to pray, my heart shining like a badge.

Today, this year, I read about a Japanese artist, born in 1929. When she was small, she was abused by her mother and began hallucinating patterns on everything she saw. This grew into a huge body of artistic work, and she is now considered the greatest artist of Japan. She now lives, by choice, in a psychiatric hospital in Tokyo. Hm.

Today is my last day of work 'til I'm off for ten days. Monday: camping for three nights. Friday: the coast for my cousin's wedding for two nights. Yeah!

Fuckin' I can't find a nice image to accompany my entries lately. WTF.