So here I am, deep within the first page of my Soul Journal, leaving a timeless world and being catapulted into a time ruled place. My spiritual body is dissolving and flowing towards the image of Elsie Jane Burdock. I feel my soul entering into the heart centre, of the Childs shape. The connection feels similar to my walking into a place that I have lived many years ago. Once inside the physical shell, I look around its like looking at old furnishing within an old house that I’ve inhabited for a life-time.
The rhythm of the heartbeat captures my attention it’s a comforting nurturing sound, and I become aware of the bodies breathing, as it dances with the beat of the heart. The feelings become more intense as the recognition of my old self grows. Realising I’ve re-birthed an old entity of myself to revise the lessons that this body showed me. There is no longer a spiritual me only a physical Childs body, living and breathing with me inside of it. I am Elsie Jane Burdock.
I find myself jumping up and down, giggling in a large puddle. My mother, Harriet tells me to come out before I soak myself anymore, I walk away from the puddle, my imprint upon the earth to find out what I have come to find.
Poetry. Various urgent, lively, and sometimes haunting poems appear here alongside stark black and white photos of Jones' homeless subjects. Jones takes on the plight of the homeless in different voices, echoing the thoughts of people on the streets,
Poetry. Various urgent, lively, and sometimes haunting poems appear here alongside stark black and white photos of Jones' homeless subjects. Jones takes on the plight of the homeless in different voices, echoing the thoughts of people on the streets,
