Walls

Listen
carefully,
walls can
talk

they speak
of 
origins,
ocean passages

quarried ethnicity
handled, heft
and hewn.

Listen up,
for all
will
fall.

Cocoa whisks

Work in Progress

Calabash

Full Harvest Blood Moon

She danced with the cherry tree after breaking free

from behind the mountain.

When the shadow of the home of humankind 

claimed her radiant face, ours upturned as one

and basked in the silent awe of her pale blood blush .

Sun, heat and shade

It is so hot. Energy is scarce and calls for a stroll in the shade of the cocoa,  yearning for a rustle of leaves from a cooling breeze.

New Beginnings

It has been  over a year and, one day, I might write about the time spent away, but for now I am happy to share the beginnings of a new project being undertaken by an inspirational friend of mine.
The space in which this story starts has held many stories before this one,

but before very long, here, as you step through the door, your senses will  be greeted by the familiar, intoxicating (and yet, surprisingly, still little known) world of all that is cocoa and chocolate.

It seems fitting that these walls will hold history, process and the magic of artisans learned over centuries, whilst providing a special space for everyone to relax  learn, unwind, share and enjoy.

I have been very fortunate to be present at the beginning of several of my friend's projects and so look forward to seeing where this one will transport us all.