After our last session, I’d felt too full of what I’d seen in my journey—the burning pier, the section of Laura’s soul trapped in a net, the name of her guardian—to want to talk about it until I’d processed it. I’d sent her home with a full account and asked her to work with the images herself. Even before she pulled off her jacket and helmet, she cried out, “You found my soul-part, Sabbie!” As soon as she was seated, she opened the book and read through my last journey notes, as if to recheck. “What you wrote about the cave was amazing. Remember how you told me to find my power animal? Go to a nice place, you said. Well, I chose a holiday we went on as a family. Mum and Dad liked something a bit different than Weston Super Mare. Cornwall. Kynance Cove. There’s a lot of caves in the cliffs, sort of interconnected? So while you were in a cave, I might have been in one in my imagination too.” “And that’s where you saw the chick.”
