I suppose this voice has been in me since before my time on Earth. Once conceived, it guided the timing of my birth — the perfect circumstance for a divine succession, of events that bring lessons that can eliminate my obsessions. I suppose that my parents were chosen specifically for me, the combining of their energies offering me exactly what I need, to evolve into the adult I have so uniquely become, to stand on a mountaintop, beat my solitary drum. I suppose that when I leave the Earth there will be a certain kind of heartache, my energy soaring to another time, another space. I suppose a voice will shed light on what lives on, as I initiate a new orbit with new oceans to make waves upon.

Tricia Schwaba, 2022