when I was a little girl, before I had any understanding that most of us never do exactly what we say we want to do, my dad told me if he ever had the chance he would 100% go to the moon.I was absolutely horrified.But even in my panic,even in my steadfast objection-I remember his eyes. Where is the inner space where fear and trepidation get swallowed by enthusiasm/inspiration/life force itself?get the visual podcast delivered to your inbox for free via substack