Jodi Lewchuk lives and writes in Toronto, Ontario, Canada. Her deeply personal storytelling and self-portraits explore the vulnerability, and bravery, of the human heart.

Interplanetary: Mercury {2/9}

Interplanetary: Mercury {2/9}

Come closer. Lean in. It’s not your imagination — that’s me, fingertips grazing your forearm, the heat from my lips stroking your temple.

Those whispered words you imagine you hear are real. They’re mine. Each has tiny wings that beat their way along a course of deliverance. I set it, compass in hand. Me to you. Here to there. Everywhere.

Because I am the Messenger.

History is written on me, lines and pocks that trace love and loss and life and death. Adventure. Fear. Triumph and failure, the places where journeys begin and where they end. The architecture of destiny.

You shake your head. It’s a gesture of dismissal. You call me the wind, a ghost, a figment. But I am here, beside you always. Elusive, quiet. Obliterated by the bright light that so easily blinds you.

Yet I spin and spin and spin. Spinning steadfastly. What is mine. What is yours. What is ours. Truth in every turn.

 

Soundtrack: Elvis Costello, “Every Day I Write the Book”

Interplanetary: Venus {3/9}

Interplanetary: Venus {3/9}

Interplanetary: The Sun {1/9}

Interplanetary: The Sun {1/9}