I was in a big house. A townhouse, proportionally - but also an art museum. It held both those qualities: lived-in and curated..

 

And then it’s Christmas and the same house is mine and I’m walking an old friend who I haven’t seen in years downstairs to the front door - and something magical… All across the lawn, it’s snowing… and all across the lawn are silver balls, like Christmas tree baubles, stardust, offerings.

 

They are beautiful. Like those edible silver balls you sometimes have on Christmas cakes on top of the white icing but much larger - and each one.. has a little Christmas cake inside of it.

 

They are emergency Christmas cakes.

 

And I ask you: Did you do this?

 

It’s like psychic nourishment - hidden, sprinkled across the white.

 

This is where Elsewhere & Field began - with sweet psychic emergency provision. Hidden in silver balls, like offerings.