I know it is him. I understand that he had all but given up and was tired of looking through that portal waiting for me to come back. It has been such a long time and lets face it, a donkey does have a life to lead, needs time to graze and gather strength.
For now I am just watching. I feel strangely timid and unsure of the reception I will get when he looks around and sees that I am here.
It really has been too long. The wasteland I have inhabited has been a lonely place. I am travelling very lightly. I have all that I need in the bag E gave me when last I walked Lemurian roads.
As I stand watching Duncan I contemplate the oceanic realm of the human imagination, the great myths and religious symbols and works of art born over the centuries. I stop to remember the Ravens, those creative women who gave so generously of themselves.
