I adore the metaphor of the hooded falcon, Odin. But it's such a travesty of itself: the falcon is born to flight. The hood, the tethers, the bells ringing round its talons, they are perhaps the "unwanted" vestiges of a grounded stillness that yet reminds it of the nature and purpose of its being. The external unwanted noise in our lives, ironically, takes us out of the unbearable inner white noise of silence sometimes - especially when the wait in transition becomes uncomfortable, as if waiting to give birth. Your work, I find, requires a deal of concentration and I like that. It also unsettles me as I am unsure of my ground in reviewing: bizarrely, I like that too! It is always the unknown that stirs the nest for flight and prepares the wings for journey. The discomfort of silence unbroken does the same. Absorbing, thank you. xx