Welcome to The Interstices, where the Thunderbird flies.
This is a place of liminal space: of bridges and borders, of thresholds and portals, of visions and dreams, of netherworlds and no-man’s-lands.
It is the place and space I inhabit, a place for those who no one claims, for those, like me, who have had to make their own space in a world that denies their being.
It is a place of lines drawn and shadows cast, of windows and doors, of roads and paths, a space where gates are kept by the Invisible Ones, a place, too, of magic and mystery, of medicine older than time.
It is a place where those who inhabit the space between earth and sky can fly free.
Come. Walk with me between worlds. Learn to fly.