A few years ago I awoke from a powerful dream. You know, the kind that comes from somewhere outside of the normal mental shenanigans that our brains work through in sleep. A dream that contained within it a potent message.
I am naked, sitting on a white wooden chair in a room of the same colour. Looking down at my body I see words appearing all over my skin as if they are tattooed. All the words begin with ‘re’.
I am confused and look up to see my Papa sat next to me with a warm, amused and knowing smile on his face. He looks how I remembered him when I was 5 or 6 years old. Seeing my confusion, he leans in close and asks me “Genne, do you really not remember why you know all these things?”. I know I should remember but the knowledge feels far away, buried, hidden…
(extract from Genevieve’s upcoming book Tough Bliss: Restorying Life)