I'm making trisklelions again. They are once again inspired by the man who first inspired me to start spinning them 21 years ago. Eventually they became like a visual diary, so that inspiration was a real gift. I've also picked up my feather again, dancing the night away in my little suite. Did you know you can feather dance a triskel as long as it is all one line? These spirals became magic to me - a form of prayer, a way to scry my own soul. I've drawn hundreds of them. They weave their way out of my psyche, like they have a mind of their own. And sometimes they take me to entire new perspectives. Life is pretty exciting and scary right now.